"Our oath resounds, the river flows, In golden light our banner glows; Our hearts will guard thy stream divine: The Rhine, the Rhine, the German Rhine!" After the German of Max Schneckenburger [1819-1849] THE GERMAN FATHERLAND WHICH is the German's fatherland? * Is't where the Rhine's rich vintage streams? His fatherland's not bounded so! Which is the German's fatherland? Is't where the Marsian ox unbends? His fatherland's not bounded so! Which is the German's fatherland? His fatherland's not bounded so! Which is the German's fatherland? Such lands and people please me well.— His fatherland's not bounded so! Which is the German's fatherland? *For the original of this poem see page 3584. Ah, no, no! His fatherland's not bounded so! Which is the German's fatherland? There, brother, is thy fatherland! There is the German's fatherland, Where oaths attest the grasped hand, Where truth beams from the sparkling eyes, And in the heart love warmly lies;— That is the land,— There, brother, is thy fatherland! That is the German's fatherland, Where wrath pursues the foreign band,— And Germans all as brothers glow; That is the land,— All Germany's thy fatherland! All Germany, then, the land shall be; Watch o'er it, God, and grant that we With German hearts, in deed and thought, Be this the land, All Germany shall be the land! From the German of Ernst Moritz Arndt [1769-1860] YE sons of freedom, wake to glory! Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise! Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, Behold their tears and hear their cries! Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding, * For the original of this poem see page 3586. With hireling hosts, a ruffian band, While To arms! to arms, ye brave! The avenging sword unsheathe; March on! march on! all hearts resolved Now, now the dangerous storm is rolling, And shall we basely view the ruin, While lawless force, with guilty stride, With crimes and blood his hands imbruing? With luxury and pride surrounded, Their thirst of power and gold unbounded, O Liberty! can man resign thee, Once having felt thy generous flame? That falsehood's dagger tyrants wield, And all their arts are unavailing. To arms! to arms, ye brave! The avenging sword unsheathe; March on! march on! all hearts resolved On victory or death. Adapted from the French of Rouget de Lisle [1760–1836] SOLDIER SONGS "CHARLIE IS MY DARLING” "TWAS on a Monday morning And Charlie he's my darling, As he was walking up the street, Oh, there he spied a bonny lass Say licht's he jumped up the stair, To let the laddie in? He set his Jenny on his knee, All in his Highland dress; For brawly weel he kenned the way It's up yon heathery mountain, And down yon scroggy glen, We daurna gang a-milking, For Charlie and his men. And Charlie he's my darling, The young Chevalier ! Unknown THE FAREWELL Ir was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain; My love and native land, farewell, For I maun cross the main. He turned him right and round about Upon the Irish shore, And gae his bridle-reins a shake, With, Adieu for evermore, With, Adieu for evermore! The sodger frae the wars returns, The sailor frae the main; But I hae parted frae my love, Never to meet again, My dear Never to meet again. When day is gane, and night is come, I think on him that's far awa', The lee-lang night, and weep. Robert Burns [1759-1796] |