On a well worn page is the poem Dulce et Decorum est, {http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/owen1.html} probably the only poem that I can remember from my school days. It is odd that this anti war poem is the evidence of my education as I attended an all boys public school which was probably based on this very premise Dulce et Decorum est Pro Patria mori- it is sweet and right to die for ones country. The school was very anglicised and we were taught to play the game and have a stiff upper lip. One of the favourite hymns we sang at the school assembly was "Jerusalem" eulogizing the green and pleasant shores of mother EnglandJerusalem
(From 'The Preface' to 'Milton') (Notes:)
And did those feet in ancient timeWalk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold;
Bring me my arrows of desire;
Bring me my spear; O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.
Years later I discovered an anti war song that every time I hear it sends shivers down my back. As a believer there is one line that I am uneasy with but the sentiments just get me every time. That song is "THE BAND PLAYED WALTZING MATILDA" sung by Liam Clancey
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdsIIeMlj9g



1 comment:
Good posting Campbell and I agree with you about the song. It's just a pity that the leaders of Irish Republicanism didn't adopt a similar attitude toward violence in 1916 and the years since.
Incidentally I have had similar postings on my own blog this week before I seen yours!
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