Oh, they weigh not the cost of the blood 'will be lost,
Or the dangers they have to go through,
But they go in their might, for their country to fight,
And the proud haughty foe to subdue!
Chorus.
Then hurrah for the brave, on the land or the wave,
Who beneath England's flag shall be seen,
And may God grant him power in the battle's dread hour,
Who fights in the name of our Queen!
Shall it ever be said that our country is dead
To the call of her sons in distress?
Or would idly stand by, while for help they should cry!
Where, where is the man would say, "Yes!"
In our dear native land, from its scabbard each brand
Would leap of itself, were it known
That old England refused, when her sons were ill-used.
To protect and take care of her own!
Chorus.
Then hurrah for the brave, &c.
Song of the Soldier's Wife..
No; I ne'er could have loved him so well as I do,
Though to me he was ever kind-hearted and true,
Had he listened at all to my womanish fears,
Or neglected his duty through my selfish tears.
