The Song Of The Bow

What of the bow?     The bow was made in England:     Of true wood, of yew-wood,     The wood of English bows;     So men who are free     Love the old yew-tree     And the land where the yew-tree grows.     What of the cord?     The cord was made in England:     A rough cord, a tough cord,     A cord that bowmen love;     And so we will sing     Of the hempen string     And the land where the cord was wove.     What of the shaft?     The shaft was cut in England:     A long shaft, a strong shaft,     Barbed and trim and true;     So we'll drink all together     To the grey goose-feather     And the land where the grey goose flew.     What of the mark?     Ah, seek it not in England,     A bold mark, our old mark     Is waiting over-sea.     When the strings harp in chorus,     And the lion flag is o'er us,     It is there that our mark will be.     What of the men?     The men were bred in England:     The bowmen--the yeomen,     The lads of dale and fell.     Here's to you--and to you!     To the hearts that are true     And the land where the true hearts dwell.