An Exhortation to the Volunteers

Up, up, my brave comrades! with courage abounding, Don your pouches and rifles—the bugle is sounding; As our fathers of old quickly ’rose for the fray— Up, up, and reply to its chivalrous lay: And although its shrill blast bears no tidings of war, Nor the boom of the gun on the ocean afar Tells of death and destruction, yet of you we have need For the weal of our Country, our Throne, and our Creed. Up, up, my brave comrades! with courage abounding, Don your pouches and rifles—the bugle is sounding; As our fathers of old quickly ’rose for the fray— Up, up, and reply to its chivalrous lay.

Go forth, my brave comrades! the bugle hath sounded; As of old let the foemen, who dare, be confounded; But, thank God, there’s no foe—there’s no enemy near To encounter the arm of our brave Volunteer: Yet of you we have need, for our Throne and our hearth Will be safe whilst protected by men of such worth:— Therefore comrades go forth with a smile and a cheer, For our country hath hope in the brave Volunteer. Up, up, my brave comrades! with courage abounding, &c.

March on, my brave comrades! the bugle’s still sounding; On your path the hurrahs of a nation’s resounding; And on yon foremost plain where the host shall deploy, There shall echo the anthem of love and of joy: There the contest of peace shall envelop the wold, While the blue waves are dancing in spangles of gold; While the clouds from your rifles obscure the blithe sky, We’ll reflect and thank God there’s no foe to defy!— Up, up, my brave comrades! with courage abounding, &c.