To Arms! Zealandia!

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXIX, Issue 93, 10 August 1914, Page 6

To Arms! Zealandia!

Hi k s “Bluish ’mid tne burning water, full in face, Trafalgar lay; In the dimmest north-east c.-s-taace dawned Gihraltar, grand and gray. Here and here, did England help me, How can I help EiiglAud ■—Browning. “Far and far our homos are set, Round the seven seas, Wee for us if we forget Wo that hold by these.” —Kipling. ’ _ f. , - * “God of'our fathers, loved of yore, Lord of our mighty battle line Before whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pinei Lord, God of Hosts, he with us yet. Lest we forget; lest wp forget.” v —Kipling. “We’re drunk to the Queen, God bless her, v Wo’vo drunk to our mother’s land; . We’ve drunk to our English brother, And we hope lie’ll understand.” :—Kipling. THE BUGLE CALL. Hark! the drum of war is,booming; Calling .nations ,to the fray; See! The -“Fiery Cross’’ ts speejuig, Arming hosts upon its way! > Come, vo ehihlren of your fathers, From the Islands of the Free; Show once more the envious foemon, Son's of Britain still ye be. Raise again the noble banner, Emblem of our glorious name Whoso strands each tel! a hero’s story. And whose hem is sewn with the; thread ok fame! By the blood of those who dyed it, By the names emblazoned there; Think, oh think, of Nelson’s glory, hot Trafalgar and the Nile, Quebec and -Wolfe, stern Wellington and his gallant thin red line. Think of all the memories, that round; that banner wave; Of Inkerman, and Alma, of Balaclava , grand, Of Lucknow, Chitral. Haninur, Rorke’s Drift, and Wilson’s stand!

I charge you hy these mennfies, Guard well your glrtrious name, The spirits of dead heros watch, Oh, put them not to shame! Harlr the cry is “hoot and saddle,” Hear the war drums booming round; See, the footmen quickly <,ather, List the bugle's warning sound! •’i .*•■••• ■ . ' To arms! To arms! Stern days are drawing light To arms! To arms! Zealatulia, To conquer or to die! To arms! ye sons of Britain, And" let the foemen know You’re ready for them any day, With more than blow' foi;'blow! ■ - V / To arms! ye gallant volunteers, True to your ancient name; Truo to the dear old' -country, From whence your fathers came. To arms! To arms! ray children; Hark! ’Tis your country culls, Bring forth your gallant, soldiers, And man your sea-girt walls! 1 To arms! To aqps! Zealandia,’ And fight for Home and Beauty.*” An arined world is looking on, Let each man do his duty!