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andlt;Bandgt;Chapter 1andlt;/Bandgt;andlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Bandgt;Heroesandlt;/Bandgt;andlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;William Cantonandlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;Our favorite heroes live forever in their stories and in our memories, cheering us forward in our own brave fights.andlt;/Iandgt;andlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;For you who love heroic thingsandlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;In summer dream or winter tale,andlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;I tell of warriors, siants, and kings,andlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;In scarlet, sackcloth, glittering mail,andlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;And helmets peaked with iron wings.andlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;They beat down Wrong; they strove for Right.andlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;In ringing fields, on grappled ships,andlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;Singing, they flung into the fight.andlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;They fell with triumph on their lips,andlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;And in their eyes a glorious light.andlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;That light still gleams. From far awayandlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;Their brave song greets us like a cheer.andlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;We fight the same great fight as they,andlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;Right againgst Wrong; we, now and here;andlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;They, in their fashion, yesterday.andlt;BRandgt;andlt;BRandgt;Text copyright andamp;copy; 1997 by William J. Bennett