FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies,
Now gay with the broad setting sun;
Farewell, loves and friendships, ye dear tender ties,
Our race of existence is run!
Thou grim King of Terrors; thou Lifes gloomy foe!
Go, frighten the coward and slave;
Go, teach them to tremble, fell tyrant! but know
No terrors hast thou to the brave!
Thou strikst the dull peasanthe sinks in the dark,
Nor saves een the wreck of a name;
Thou strikst the young heroa glorious mark;
He falls in the blaze of his fame!
In the field of proud honourour swords in our hands,
Our King and our country to save;
While victory shines on Lifes last ebbing sands,
O! who would not die with the brave!
