COME, YE MEN OF BRITAIN.
List to the rousing trumpet call
That sounds o'er land and sea,
Take up the sword of justice,
Awake, and follow me;
Out to the trenches in Flanders,
Out o'er the deep blue sea,
Or far away in the Dardanelles –
Come, fight the foe with me.
Refrain:
Come, come, ye men of Britain,
In the hour of your country's need,
And show that the sons of Britain
Are still of the bulldog breed.
List to the voice of your comrade
Who worked with you side by side,
Who at the first loud trumpet call
Fought well at Mons, and died,
Death comes, why not with glory,
In the our of your country's need?
It is your proud inheritance
For your country's cause to bleed.
List to the call of justice
That comes from razed Louvain,
There died the flower of our Army,
Waging a well-fought fight
For King and Home and Motherland,
For Justice, Freedom and Right.
Ammanford. O. MADDEN.