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Oh, they weigh not the cost of the blood 'will be lost,
 * Or the dangers they have to go through,

But they go in their might, for their country to fight,
 * And the proud haughty foe to subdue!


 * Then hurrah for the brave, on the land or the wave,
 * Who beneath England's flag shall be seen,
 * And may God grant him power in the battle's dread hour,
 * Who fights in the name of our Queen!

Shall it ever be said that our country is dead
 * To the call of her sons in distress?

Or would idly stand by, while for help they should cry!
 * Where, where is the man would say, "Yes!"

In our dear native land, from its scabbard each brand
 * Would leap of itself, were it known

That old England refused, when her sons were ill-used.
 * To protect and take care of her own!


 * Then hurrah for the brave, &c.

Though to me he was ever kind-hearted and true, Had he listened at all to my womanish fears, Or neglected his duty through my selfish tears.
 * I ne'er could have loved him so well as I do,