Our Country's Call

With trump to trump replying
Still bright her sabres shine,
With all her old flags flying
And all her men in line.

She calls them from the highlands
Where tower her green hills free;
The far Atlantic islands
Still answer from the sea!

They come as in the darkened
And deadly days of yore,
When to the cry they hearkened
And braved the battle's roar!

Her cause is never dying—
Still bright her sabres shine,
With all her old flags flying,
And all her men in line!
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