Lift up your sons from cradle rest
And give them bread.
This day they need defend
Our shores, our green of hills.
Need fight as men need fight,
God’s name upon their lips.
Need die as men need die,
Helmet on each cross.
Call your daughters from their dreams
And guide their steps.
They too must walk this journey
To bind the wounds of war.
Need cover with care
All battle scars.
Need remember these noble hours
And weep no more.