Recruiting Service

Come ye lads who wish to shine Bright in future story,— Haste to arms, and form the line That leads to martial glory!

Charge the musket, point the lance, Brave the worst of dangers; Tell the blust'ring sons of France, That we to fear are strangers.

Columbia, when the lion's rous'd, And her flag is rearing, Always finds her sons dispos'd To drub the foe that's daring.

Honour for the brave to share, Is the noblest booty; Guard your coast, protect the fair, For that's a glorious duty.

Beat the drum, the trumpet sound, Manly and United, Danger face, maintain your ground, And see your country righted.