We’ll beat the charge on the Liberal drum,
And close our ranks behind him.
Grand old warrior, stout and bold,
Though faithless friends betrayed him,
We’ll place the helm in his honest hold,
And with hearts and voices aid him.
His battle-cry on the foe shall fall
Like the roll of distant thunder,
’Twill pale their cheeks and their souls appal,
And their blustering turn to wonder.