E'en as of peace we sang, While yet the laughter rang, Burst the red storm. Past is the long prelude, Bloody and grim and nude Looms the dread form. Gone is the haunting fear, Duty alone stands clear, Ours to perform. Blow, British bugles, blow! O'er land and seas aflow, Call round the world, Over thy vales and crags, Under thy battle flags, Proudly unfurled, Till all thy children, all, Leap to thy martial call, For freedom hurled. From o'er the western sea, Mother, we come to thee-- Come o'er the foam. From east and south and north, Gladly we issue forth, Where e'er we roam. Courage, thou lion heart, Soon shall we do our part For King and throne. Fearless of death and flame, Forward in Freedom's name We shall advance. Until the menace dies, Until it stricken lies Under our lance. Though death be our repose, Live Shamrock, Thistle, Rose, Lillies of France! GIVE! GIVE! GIVE! AUGUST, 1914 Citizens, your kind attention: I desire here to mention We are sending thirty thousand of our bravest to the war. And they leave those to them nearest, All they love, all they hold dearest-- Mothers, wives, and little children who must be provided for. Then let's Give! Give! Give! That the Empire yet may live; That the flag which stands for Freedom may be still uplifted high. Everybody "loosen up," Let us fill the widow's cup-- 'Tis our patriotic duty to the men who fight and die. Give, then, without hesitation, Donate as befits your station, As befits a loyal nation that is ever in the van. Open up your golden coffers, Be not niggardly in offers-- Give up freely every woman, give up gladly every man. Then let's Give! Give! Give! That the Empire yet may live; That the flag which stands for Freedom may be still uplifted high. Everybody "loosen up," Let us fill the orphan's cup-- 'Tis our patriotic duty to the men who fight and die. They have heard their brothers calling From the plains where men are falling, Where the hosts embattled grapple, where the deep-mouthed cannon roar. To those valleys battle-stricken, Where the dead and dying thicken-- They have gone to fight for Freedom, they have left our peaceful shore. Then let's Give! Give! Give! That the Empire yet may live; That the flag which stands for Freedom may be still uplifted high. Everybody "loosen up," Let us fill the mother's cup-- 'Tis a patriotic duty to the men who fight and die. Men who stay behind can lighten Soldier hearts, their pathway brighten; It is little that they ask us, they who offer up their lives. Till the cruel war is over Let us o'er their loved ones hover-- O'er the little children waiting, o'er the mothers and the wives.