(Dedicated to the Canadian
W. A. FRASER.
I'd rather be one of the
Than King of the carrion crew,
Who pray to the God of Desire
To make traitors of men that are true.
We fight for the law that
We die for the men who are slaves;
And our Queen is a ruler regal
Our bulwarks afloat on the waves.
To Canada has come now the
The call from the God of our right
Shall we slink- like traitors in ditches,
Or rise in the strength of our might?
Then stand for the
strength of the Empire—
In the name of the Master's will
Cry the fame of the nations higher,
Thank God that we're Britons still.