Songs We Like to Sing
Published 1912
Their sons may dopy their virtues bold,
Courage in heart and a sword in hand,
Both ready to fight and ready to die for Fatherland
Who needs bidding to dare, by a trumpet blown?
Who lacks pity to spare when the field is won?
Who would fly from a foe if alone, or lost?
And boast he was true, as coward might do, when peril is past?
Glory and love to the men of old!
Their sons may copy their virtues bold!
Courage in heart and a sword in hand,
All ready to fight for Fatherland.
Now to home again we come, the long and fiery strife of battle over
rest is pleasant after toil as hard as ours beneath a stranger sun,
Many a maiden fair is waiting here to greet her truant soldier lover,
And many a heart will fail and brow grow pale to hear, to hear the talke of cruel peril he has run,
And many a heart, and many a heart will fail and brow grow pale to hear the tale of peril he has run.
We are at home, we are at home,
Glory and love to the men of old,
Their sons may copy their virtues bold;
Courage in heart, and a sword in hand,
All ready to fight for Fatherland!
All ready to fight, all ready to die for Fatherland!
All ready to fight, all ready to die, all ready to die for Fatherland.
© 1999, Lynn Waterman