Classic Poem

You ask me why I gave my son?
(As, well does God know why!)
That Prussian blood may swiftly run,
That tyranny may die.
That over earth all men may go
At freedom's call, and none may know
The Vandal's power within our land,
The Vandal's arrogant command!

You ask me why I gave my son?
(Ah well does God know why!)
I gave him that the treacherous Hun
Might well defeated lie.
I gave him that the coming race
Might meet with Justice, face to face,
And free men mingle over earth
In Liberty's divine re-birth!