work of the world,
To banish the despot and tyrant, our banner in
battle's unfurled;
And here to a world that is bleeding and weary
and heartsick you come,
Whatever you've brought us of duty—we'll
answer the call of your drum.
We may weep in our grief and our sorrows, we
may bend 'neath the might of the blow,
But never our courage shall falter, and never