When trumpet's call came at morning first light,
And duty's voice did stir the hearts of men,
They rose as one to join the patriotic fight,
Marching proudly together to save the homeland again.

With steel in hand and purpose in their eyes,
They kissed loved ones farewell ‘neath the willow's shade;
Their mothers wept beneath the darkening skies,
While fathers stood with pride they scarce could trade.

"O sons of Albion!" cried the morning breeze,
"Thy cause is just, thy honour shall endure!
Strike down the tyrant, set the world at ease,
And cleanse the Earth with courage strong and pure!"

They knew not gold nor glory drove their stride,
But peace, that sleeping dove, so long denied.