Ye Bold of Lincolnshire
Oh listen helots while my words be bold
To gather fire that fills our spirits mold
So brimstone melds the brick and mortar wold
We face death to defend these walls of old
Our wars be borne for mothers wept herein
Our children born free our lives shall spare thee
Be brave bold men for now the fight begins
Lift swords and battle defend til weary
Let not thy spirit fade with wound or fears
Thy faith be sturdy and shields have great zeal
So in the midst of clash ye find no tears
Our proud hearts and true mettle to reveal
Be sure in this moment we proudly stand
Each man's brave heart lift valor to this land
September 7, 2020
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