THE SOLDIERS.
Sternly march the soldier men,
Straight ahead,
Where they’re led,
Ready for self-sacrifice,
Braving death in any guise.
Straight ahead,
Where they’re led,
Sternly march the splendid hosts,
Never flinching from their posts,
Facing frightful odds at first,
When o’er peaceful lands war burst,
Beating back the hated foe
With a strong united blow.
Thinking of our soldier men
There’s no duty we will shirk,
Rain or shine will stop no work,
Thinking of our soldier men.
NO TEARS.
For a hero’s death, no tears!
He fought for lasting peace,
But everlasting peace he’s won;
It might be troubled if I wept.
“MON REPOS.”
“Mon Repos” he called our home,
Meaning his and mine.
He has gone, our home has gone;
But “Mon Repos” still shelters me.