We leave our pleasant homesteads
We leave our smiling farms
At the first call of duty
We rush at once to arms
We rush at once to arms
To guard our coasts we fly
For the land our mothers lived on
Bravely to bleed or die
Up boys and quit your pleasure
Up men and quit your toil
The invaders foot must never
Be pressed upon our soil
Be pressed upon our soil
In which our fathers sleep
Their blessed graves our care boys
Oh, sacredly must keep
Twas in our brave old state men
That first the law was sung
The thrilling song of freedom
That through the land hath rung
That through the land hath rung
And will sound its notes once more
Till our men and children shout
From the mountain to the shore
Sweet eyes are filled with tears, men
Sweet tears of love and pride
As our wives and sweethearts bid us
Go meet whater betide
Go meet whater betide
And God our guide shall be
As we drive the foe before us
And we rush to victory