From o'er the western sea,
Mother, we come to thee—
Come o'er the foam.
From east and south and north,
Gladly we issue forth,
Where e'er we roam.
Courage, thou lion heart,
Soon shall we do our part
For King and throne.
Fearless of death and flame,
Forward in Freedom's name
We shall advance.
Until the menace dies,
Until it stricken lies
Under our lance.
Though death be our repose,
Live Shamrock, Thistle, Rose,
Lillies of France!
GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!
AUGUST, 1914
Citizens, your kind attention:
I desire here to mention
We are sending thirty thousand of our bravest to the war.
And they leave those to them nearest,
All they love, all they hold dearest—
Mothers, wives, and little children who must be provided for.