They were summoned from the hill-side;
They were called from the glen,
And the Country found them ready
At the stirring call for men.
Let no tears add to their hardship,
As the soldiers pass along,
And although your heart is breaking,
Make it sing this cheery song. | | Overseas there came a pleading,
"Help a Nation in distress!"
And we gave our glorious ladies,
Honour bade us do no less.
For no gallant Son of freedom
To a tyrants yoke should bend,
And a noble heart must answer
To the sacred call of "Friend." |