SocketRocket
Ryder Cup Winner
A very happy St Georges Day to my fellow Englishmen.
St Georges Day.
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chrisd
Major Champion
Many thanks and I hope you enjoy this day too!
My better half has suggested its unwise for me to wear my St G shirt up here in a staunch independence area... but happy St G's day to one and all.
I wish we English would celebrate St George' Day in the same way as the Irish celebrate St Patrick's day. Mind you he was born somewhere close to the Turkish/Syrian border, so probably wouldn't have been allowed into England if we had Brexit in those days!
Of course he would have been allowed in. He has a skill, i.e. dragon slayer!!
Can we not have just one thread that doesn't have brexit in it?
For or against. I make a plea to all.
GIVE IT A REST!!
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'
SocketRocket
Ryder Cup Winner
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,--
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,--
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
SteveJay
Head Pro
Agree we should celebrate St George's Day.....and not just because it happens to also be my Birthday 
SaintHacker
Journeyman Pro
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JT77
Tour Winner
Happy St George's day all, I had a wee beer to celebrate it, would have been rude not too!
Crazyface
Tour Winner
I dressed in Red and white for the comp !!!!!! I fully intended to go to a parade in town in the afternoon, but the wife had been in the morning with the grandson and didn't fancy going again. I was too shattered anyway. Two days golf don't half drain you.
Crazyface
Tour Winner
PS Me and the wife sang Swords Of A Thousand Men at 12 midnight on Saturday on Karaoke, in celebration. Gets the blood pumpin' !!!!!
Had several pints of St George and the Dragon bitter yesterday https://www.wadworth.co.uk/beer-and-ales/seasonal-beers/st-george-and-the-dragon/
Very nice drop in a nice country pub
Very nice drop in a nice country pub
