Saxon spearmen, Saxon bowmen,—
Be they knights or hinds or yeomen,
They shall bite the ground!
Loose the folds asunder,
Flag we conquer under!
The placid sky, now bright on high,
Shall launch its bolts in thunder.
Onwards! ’tis our country needs us.
He is bravest, he who leads us!
Honor’s self now proudly heads us!