Poetry: On To Victory: Tune--scots Wha Hae

Cliildrcn of ihe glorious dead, Who for frcedom fuught and b!cd ! Wiili baiincr over you spread, On to vieiory; Not for siern ambhion's piize, Lel your hopos or wishes rioe; Lo! your Londer from ihe akies, liids us do, ur die. Tliis ie proud oppresnion's hour, Siortns assail yon: - will you cowtr, "Wliilc benciih a OftípOfÍB i'nw'r, üroans tlie aufFtír'rhg sl.ivc! VVliileoii ov'ry southern guie Comes tho helplesá c;ipiivc's u!c- Comes tho voico of Wonion'a wail, AtiJ of niau's dcsp-tii ? Never! - by your country' alíame, Ncver ! - ly a Savioui'a claim To iho men ot eery name, Wlioin he dicd to save; On word, then, ye fearless bond! Iloarl lo heart, and hand to Imnd: Youra sliull l)f tr.c Cliriaiian's statid, Or the martyr's grave.