Best Famous Do Or Die Poems

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Written by David Lehman | Create an image from this poem

Eleventh Hour

 The bloom was off the economic recovery.
"I just want to know one thing," she said.
What was that one thing? He'll never know, Because at just that moment he heard the sound Of broken glass in the bathroom, and when he got there, It was dark.
His hand went to the wall But the switch wasn't where it was supposed to be Which felt like déjà vu.
And then she was gone.
And now he knew how it felt to stand On the local platform as the express whizzes by With people chatting in a dialect Of English he couldn't understand, because his English Was current as of 1968 and no one speaks that way except In certain books.
So the hours spent in vain Were minutes blown up into comic-book balloons full Of Keats's odes.
"Goodbye, kid.
" Tears streamed down The boy's face.
It was a great feeling, Like the feeling you get when you throw things away After a funeral: clean and empty in the morning dark.
There was no time for locker-room oratory.
They knew they were facing a do-or-die situation, With their backs to the wall, and no tomorrow.
Written by Robert Burns | Create an image from this poem

Scots Wha Hae Wi Wallace Bled

 Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victory!

Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour,
See approach proud Edward's power— 
Chains and slavery!

Wha will be a traitor-knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!

Wha for Scotland's king and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand or freeman fa',
Let him follow me!

By oppression's woes and pains,
By your sons in servile chains,
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!

Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in ev'ry foe!
Liberty's in ev'ry blow!
Let us do or die!
Written by William Topaz McGonagall | Create an image from this poem

The Battle of Glencoe

 Twas in the month of October, and in the year of 1899,
Which the Boers will remember for a very long time,
Because by the British Army they received a crushing blow;
And were driven from Smith's Hill at the Battle of Glencoe.
The Boers' plan of the battle was devised with great skill, And about 7000 men of them were camped on Smith's Hill; And at half-past five the battle began, And the Boers behaved bravely to a man.
At twenty minutes to six two of the British batteries opened fire, And early in the fight some of the Boers began to retire; And in half an hour the Boers' artillery had ceased to fire, And from the crest of the hill they began to retire.
And General Symons with his staff was watching every detail, The brave hero whose courage in the battle didn't fail; Because he ordered the King's Royal Rifles and the Dublin Fusiliers, To advance in skirmishing order, which they did with three cheers.
Then they boldly advanced in very grand style, And encouraged by their leaders all the while; And their marching in skirmishing order was beautiful to see, As they advanced boldly to attack the enemy.
For over an hour the advance continued without dismay, Until they had to take a breath by the way; They felt so fatigued climbing up Smith's Hill, But, nevertheless, the brave heroes did it with a will.
Then they prepared to attack the enemy, And with wild battle-cries they attacked them vigorously; And with one determined rush they ascended the hill, And drove the Boers from their position sore against their will.
But, alas, General Symons received a mortal wound, Which caused his soldiers' sorrow to be profound; But still they fought on manfully without any dread; But, alas, brave General Symons now is dead.
Oh! It was a most inspiring and a magnificent sight, To see the Hussars spurring their steeds with all their might; And charging the Boers with their lances of steel, Which hurled them from their saddles and made them reel.
The battle raged for six hours and more, While British cannon Smith's Hill up tore; Still the Boers fought manfully, without dismay, But in a short time they had to give way.
For the Gordon Highlanders soon put an end to the fight, Oh! it was a most gorgeous and thrilling sight, To see them with their bagpipes playing, and one ringing cheer, And from Smith's Hill they soon did the Boers clear.
And at the charge of the bayonet they made them fly, While their leaders cried, "Forward, my lads, do or die", And the Boers' blood copiously they did spill, And the Boers were forced to fly from Smith's Hill.
And in conclusion I hope and pray The British will be successful when from home far away; And long may the Gordons be able to conquer the foe, At home or abroad, wherever they go.
Written by Robert Burns | Create an image from this poem

431. Song—Robert Bruce's March to Bannockburn

 SCOTS, wha hae wi’ WALLACE bled,
Scots, wham BRUCE has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
 Or to Victorie!


Now’s the day, and now’s the hour;
See the front o’ battle lour;
See approach proud EDWARD’S power—
 Chains and Slaverie!


Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward’s grave?
Wha sae base as be a Slave?
 Let him turn and flee!


Wha, for Scotland’s King and Law,
Freedom’s sword will strongly draw,
FREE-MAN stand, or FREE-MAN fa’,
 Let him on wi’ me!


By Oppression’s woes and pains!
By your Sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
 But they shall be free!


Lay the proud Usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
LIBERTY’S in every blow!—
 Let us Do or Die!
Written by William Topaz McGonagall | Create an image from this poem

The Relief of Mafeking

 Success to Colonel Baden-Powell and his praises loudly sing,
For being so brave in relieving Mafeking,
With his gallant little band of eight hundred men,
They made the Boers fly from Mafeking like sheep escaping from a pen.
'Twas in the year of 1900 and on the 18th of May, That Colonel Baden-Powell beat the Boers without dismay, And made them fly from Mafeking without delay, Which will be handed down to posterity for many a day.
Colonel Baden-Powell is a very brave man, And to deny it, I venture to say, few men can; He is a noble hero be it said, For at the siege of Mafeking he never was afraid.
And during the siege Colonel Baden was cheerful and gay, While the starving population were living on brawn each day; And alas! the sufferings of the women and children were great, But they all submitted patiently to their fate.
For seven months besieged they fought the Boers without dismay, Until at last the Boers were glad to run away; Because Baden-Powell's gallant band put them to flight By cannon shot and volleys of musketry to the left and right.
Then long live Baden-Powell and his brave little band, For during the siege of Mafeking they made a bold stand Against yelling thousands of Boers who were thirsting for their blood, But as firm as a rock against them they fearlessly stood.
Oh! think of them living on brawn extracted from horse hides, While the inhuman Boers their sufferings deride, Knowing that the women's hearts with grief were torn As they looked on their children's faces that looked sad and forlorn.
For 217 days the Boers tried to obtain Mafeking's surrender, But their strategy was futile owing to its noble defender, Colonel Baden-Powell, that hero of renown, Who, by his masterly generalship, saved the town.
Methinks I see him and his gallant band, Looking terror to the foe: Oh! The sight was really grand, As he cried, "Give it them, lads; let's do or die; And from Mafeking we'll soon make them fly, And we'll make them rue their rash undertaking The day they laid siege to the town of Mafeking.
" Long life and prosperity to Colonel Baden-Powell, For there's very few generals can him excel; And he is now the Hero of Mafeking, be it told, And his name should be engraved on medals of gold.
I wish him and his gallant little band every success, For relieving the people of Mafeking while in distress; They made the Boers rue their rash undertaking The day they laid siege to the town of Mafeking.
For during the defence of Mafeking From grief he kept the people's hearts from breaking, Because he sang to them and did recite Passages from Shakespeare which did their hearts delight.