Britanuia's Volunteers.

Manawatu Standard, Volume X, Issue 71, 22 August 1885, Page 3

Britanuia's Volunteers.

(■Punch.) \Vhen air resounds with war's alarms, And conscripts from alar, Like driven sheep, are forced to arms To make aggressive war, Let soldier-ridden lands beware When freemen turn to fight, Where Britain's sons their flag may bear They stand with Freedom's might. Tliey laugh to scorn our numbers, And say our day is sped ; Because m peace he slumbers, . They think the Lion's dead ; , But wake him— and the farthest seas Return his angry roar, And swiftly every spreading breeze Bears it from shore to shore. Chords. •* Go, tell the world of conscripts That Britain's Britain still ; Go, tell the world of conscripts Our watchword's Freedom still. - ; So let Aggressions's forced array Pill those it may with fears, _ "We'll answer their conscriptions t ; ■■ - With ■ ■.■-■•■-■ ■ ; ■•" '■■ A million Volunteers; Canadian sons, frora^f rost and snow, ; Extend a ready hand, Backed still j>y hearts that fiercely glow Like _ summer' m their land, . , ■ '- . And show our foes, whoe'er they bei ; No rolling seas can part , - .-.;■■ The ties that bind the brave and free Where; beats a British heart, Australian sons their blood have shed Already by our side— ; , For once Britannia bares her head In gratitude and pride. Strong m lier gallant sons' support, . Her cause can know no fe&rjs,— - r v No Spartan swofbV was yet too short That arme^auch 1 Volunteers. , v "CHOitus-r-Go, tell the! world, &c. They were no conscripts Marlbeo! led, But fre^meb— •Volunteers, A freebom race from fathers bred v That won for us Poictiers ; , - - . No conscript names were on the roll — All heroes dead and gone— That blazoned bright on .Victory's scroll The name of Wellington ; And.lnkermann's immortal height; Will tell for many a day, How sternly sons of Freedom fight, Let odds bo what they, may : Thus, Liberty scorns vain alarms, "• ■ And answers back, with cheers, : ' No conscripfrlegions flogged to arias" •' ' Have vet flogged Volunteers. . :- : "Chorus— Go, tell the- world^ ; <&c. They think to crush old England, And take her mighty place— : ■..., ', When they wipe out from ey'ry land The language of her race ;. /., ; , .-.. >. When Justice [meekly r shears,' her ' . vsword^ '■';' "■■"■k -.-.:■ '■■::■■ •■ ■/'■ ..-'•■*•■■:■ And Freemen ne'er; make Jaws .:.••• - ' When Tyrants rule by force and ;f rand ;■•:■ And dead is Freedom's cause : ■■'■ >'> ■■•■" ::; WhenrLiberty shall seetoer -nome ■V/"-t ; ; ; Low-levelled with the turf,' •'•" l- v "; And watch each son m turn become r . A tyrant-driverTserf': " ' ' .' '') ,^'' When Freedom's -sacred -mmels forgot Within the hearts' of nien: ' „ They'll crush us to the eartlf By Heav'n— =-but not till-then ! : .' :' '" GnoßUS^Goi tell:the>orld,;&g