Editor’s Note: This poem was taken from The White Cockade, a collection of poetry by Charles A. Coulombe available from Tumblar House Publishing.

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All Kings and all pretenders,

wherever you may be,

the land itself remembers

though we are far from thee.

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You Counts and Knights and Barons

who served your God and King,

fear not the modern charons

who scorn their honor, sing

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Of modern age’s wonders

joys our science brought,

care not for bloody blunders

and evil that they wrought

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All through the world’s vast waters

the Monarchs sent their men

who ended Heathen slaughters

made salvation within ken

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Of savage tribes and races.

To our South-west the King of Spain

sent Friars from their places

who worked and died in pain.

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His Majesty of France indeed

the rivers took in fief,

Blackrobe, trapper, with great speed

converted brave and Chief.

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Even Britain’s Sovereign cold

displayed his Royal worth,

dispatched minions sure and bold

to found our land of birth.

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He who reigned in Sweden’s north

sent all that he could spare,

brave Swedes for him sallied forth

and settled Delaware.

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But facing revolution’s frown,

the Monarch’s call so loud,

for brave swords to help the crown

against the maddening crowd.

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The Jacobites for Royal James

and Bonnie Charles as well,

the Carlists fought with Spanish names

while Chouans tasted Hell.

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The brave emerged from old Vendee

and died at Quiberon

or fought with great old Duc Condé

or fell at bold Toulon.

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And Hofer up in High Tyrol

fought his Emperor’s foe

feared not to pay the awful toll

before they laid him low.

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In Russia’s far off blinding snows

the Whites fought for their Tsar,

and though the Country’s lost in woe,

their glory none can mar.

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Ethiopia, Laos, Iran

all had their Paladins

Vietnam, Afghanistan,

remind us of our sins.

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I beg the King who reigns above

that to me may be shown

how to fight with savage love

for altar, and for throne.