The Nation's Call.
Men of our storm-girt homeland, Men of wur widespread seae, Calling the laaid our own land, Burdened by years of ease; Murmuring "Death or glory!" Flaunting our flags abroad—■ What of the wncaent story f. What of the rußt^ sword?
JVoit so became our fathers, Not so they (nourished fear; Watch, where the storml-oloud gather And pondier, lest ye heiar The sound of women, weepingl, The giight of tbx>ee that weeip O'er a gi'eafc nation sleeping, liiid coniquered in. its sleep.
Who, then, will shun the battle, When, on our English .ground The aliea jrifles rattle And ailien ones reßonndT When, those -who didi the talking Amd those wW lounged afar Shall see grim Death go Btflflking Down the red roads of War.
When the strange keels are grouadin; Upon our helpless coast, Andl the igireat guns are sounding, Then is no time to iboalst; Now, ere the-trouble leathers, Roundi laoods our fathers made, Sons of our fighting fathera, Look to the rusty blade! -.H.S.R.
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Thames Star, Volume XLV, Issue 10240, 5 June 1909, Page 5 (Supplement)
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168The Nation's Call. Thames Star, Volume XLV, Issue 10240, 5 June 1909, Page 5 (Supplement)
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