A Selection of Original Songs, Scraps, Etc., by Ned Farmer (3rd ed.)/Hurrah for the Brave
Hurrah for the Brave.
In a just cause once more, from old Albion's shore,
Are departing her valiant sons,
As heard from afar are the wild notes of war,
And the boom of the foemen's guns.
Oh, they weigh not the cost of the blood 'will be lost,
Or the dangers they have to go through,
But they go in their might, for their country to fight,
And the proud haughty foe to subdue!
Chorus.
Then hurrah for the brave, on the land or the wave,
Who beneath England's flag shall be seen,
And may God grant him power in the battle's dread hour,
Who fights in the name of our Queen!
Shall it ever be said that our country is dead
To the call of her sons in distress?
Or would idly stand by, while for help they should cry!
Where, where is the man would say, "Yes!"
In our dear native land, from its scabbard each brand
Would leap of itself, were it known
That old England refused, when her sons were ill-used.
To protect and take care of her own!
Chorus.
Then hurrah for the brave, &c.