Herald's Song.

"If patriotic sentiment is wanted,
I've patriotic ballads cut and dried;
For where'er our country's banner may be planted
All other local banners are defied."—"

The Mikado."

Air: "In the Name of the King."

Rouse ye, men of the greenwood—men of the woodland bow,
See the beacon burning—Hark! 'tis the coming foe,
Test ye the strings for the arrow's flight,
And join in the march with the Dawn's grey light.
The shields of the Roman in battle shall ring,
We shall fight—we shall conquer—for home and the King.

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Chorus of Villagers.
Comrades, Hark! List to the voice. See! The beaded bow.
We all shall gather and grapple the foe,
We shall be ready—the welkin shall ring,
We'll tight to the finish in the name of the King.

Rouse ye, Sons of the Brave, the strong in bone and thew,
Sons of Pathless Woods—benders of stoutest yew;
The were-wolves are gone, in flight is the boar;
The Norseman departed, his dead on the shore;
The Roman his trust in his armour shall rue,
When we show what stout British bowmen can do.

Chorus of Villagers.
Comrades, Hark! List to the voice. See! The bended bow,
Think of our fathers—our sons—and the foe,
By fire and hearthstone—by book and by ring,
We'll march at the dawning to the side of the King.