English poem
Rally Song
by Mary Weston Fordham (1844–1905)
Come, let us join this festal lay— Hurra, Hurra, Come, let us join this festal lay, And let our anthems all be gay, And sing aloud for this glad day Should brighten every heart:—
We’ll sing of heroes who have fought— Hurra, Hurra, We’ll sing of heroes who have fought, Who to their country’s altar brought, And on her sacred ensign wrought, The tree of liberty.
We’ll sing of martyrs who have died— Hurra, Hurra, We’ll sing of martyrs who have died, From severed ranks, as side by side They bravely stemmed the gory tide. To ransom brother man.
Our glorious banner’s now unfurled— Hurra, Hurra, Our glorious banner’s now unfurled, May it soon wave o’er all the world, And every traitor standard hurled From pinnacle to earth.
With gifted leaders in our van— Hurra, Hurra, With gifted leaders in our van, The bright and noblest of our land, Let patriots shout, as, hand in hand, They welcome this glad day.