Go forth, my brave comrades! the bugle hath sounded;
As of old let the foemen, who dare, be confounded;
But, thank God, there’s no foe—there’s no enemy near
To encounter the arm of our brave Volunteer:
Yet of you we have need, for our Throne and our hearth
Will be safe whilst protected by men of such worth:—
Therefore comrades go forth with a smile and a cheer,
For our country hath hope in the brave Volunteer.
Up, up, my brave comrades! with courage abounding, &c.
March on, my brave comrades! the bugle’s still sounding;