Ragged Heroes Lyrics

Songs of hope and tunes of glory Half remembered Albion hymns Rise up Saint George and tell the story This is where your song begins Leave the drunkard to his bottle And leave the prophet to his doom Let the critics sneer and prattle Give Saint George some fighting room Come, come, throw a penny on the drum A penny for the passing of the days Run, run, and see the setting of the sun Come and see the changing of the ways Where are all the ragged heroes? Buried in their suits of iron [so fine?] Withered rose lies on the headstone Will it bloom a second time? Come come and throw a penny on the drum A penny for the passing of the hour Run, run, and see the rising of the sun Come and see the blooming of the flower Throw a penny piece, a penny on the drum And the withered rose will rise up like the sun