He takes the two next to him by the hand – the others do the same – and form a large semi-circle.
Then rouse ye, my comrades – to horse! to horse!
In battle the breast doth swell!
Youth boils – the life-cup foams in its force —
Up! ere time can dew dispel!
And deep be the stake, as the prize is high —
Who life would win, he must dare to die!
CHORUS
And deep be the stake, as the prize is high —
Who life would win, he must dare to die!
[The curtain falls before the chorus has finished.