Ah, my classmates.

If we are mark'd to die, we are enow

To do our country loss; and if to live,

The fewer men, the greater share of honour.

This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.

He that shall live this day, and see old age,

Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,

And say "To-morrow is Saint Crispian."

Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,

And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day, fighting for the nucleus."

And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,

From this day to the ending of the world,

But we in it shall be remembered-

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;who fought for the nucleus,

For he to-day that sheds his blood with me

Shall be my brother; 

And gentlemen in England now a-bed

Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here for the nucleus

And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks

That fought for the Nucleus upon Saint Crispin's day!