THE RECRUITS' SONG.

Taranaki Daily News, Volume LVII, Issue 279, 4 May 1915, Page 3

THE RECRUITS' SONG.

(Air, "McPherson's Rant"). [To tlio young men of our day a glorious opportunity is presented—the chance of centuries —that of striking a blow for honor and freedom, the worthy heritage handed on. to us by our heroic sires. Obey now the call of Freedom and free men and not wait for the strong arm of compulsion. Forward, men!] Our pleasant homes may soon be waste, All scorched with death and fire; Arise, and quickly let us liaste From every town and shire! Chorus: Come all away, come alhaway, For death or glory fain; Our country's shields her children's breasts, Her bulwarks gallant iinen. Then on to Flanders' bloody fields, "Where angry bullets hum, We hear our country's pleading voice, We hear the throbbing drunU (Chorus). Then on to Flanders' glorious iJkdds Fall in each gallant son; Tlie British Lion never yields Till victory is won. (Chorus). , Afar on Flankers' reeking field*, lAonid the roaring gun 3, We'll .prove our country's living And break the (lerniau Huns! (Chorus). This hour is not for peace and ease, This hour is for the brave; And he who will not cross the se&s Shall fill a.coward's grave! (Chorus). Fall in, fall in with will and powor,. We wait for you to come; Each noble heart in danger's hour Must answer to the drum! (Chorus). Onr country drains its dearest veins In danger once again— Then on to Flanders' glorious plain's, ■Ye -gallant, stalwart men! (Chorus). —JOlttl SPENCE EAE. 'Burißgrains, Banffsifire, Scotland.