To guard no feeling base or low—
I give my soldier boy the blade!
“For country’s claim at honor’s call,
For outraged friend, insulted maid.
At mercy’s voice to bid it fall—
I give my soldier boy the blade!”
FRANCE:
The sword unsheathed in such a cause will ne’er be tarnished. It will return to you, my Sister, laureled with the deeds of thy brave sons. I know it! I know it!
NO. 8. CHORUS: “The Maple Leaf Forever!”
On many a hard-fought battle field