Roman Marching Chorus

"And the only things we left that day
Were the things we couldn't take away."

A. Macdougall's "The Roads I Never Took."

Air : "The Blue Bonnets."

March! March! Southward and home again,
Where round the border the foe darky gathers.
March! March! March we to Rome again,
March to the aid of the land of our fathers.

Sons of the southern land,
Leave we the foreign strand,
Gird on the sword and bind tighter the sandal.
Long is the homeward road, need we no spur to goad.
Death to the Northmen! yea, death to the Vandal!

Sword blades are flashing,
Shield on shield crashing.
Quit ye like men nor doubt ye the ending.
Shall hostile lances gleam, foes rule by Tiber's stream ?
Romans, strike home, for the Empire's defending!

Chorus :
"Oh, History is a fickle dame
She oft repeats, but never is the same."

—Lyon's "Stageland."

Music Specially Written by Mr. J. Maughan Barnett.

Now the Druid's finished calling, and the Roman Empire falling
(Hear the legion's distant marching tramp),
For the Empire City's leaders they are dissipated pleaders,
And men have left the training of the camp.
Now the youth is "muddied oaf" and men have studied sloth.
And the mercenary panders to the plebs.
And extinction is not slow for a race that's turning "pro,"
And the glory flickers faintly as it ebbs.

Refrain:
And this is a sign that men may know
And be ready the call of the bended bow.

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When the Senate's Orthodoxy is assured by "voting-proxy,'
And control is rested in the "tout,"
When the helmsman takes direction by a cautious introspection
And weaklings are the playthings of the Stout.
When there is no Jeremiah to tend the sacred fire,
Nor a Laby, nor a Hunter, nor a Von,
And reform and high renown wait upon Macmillan Brown,
Then the State towards extinction must have gone.

Refrain :
And these are the signs that men may know.
And he ready to swoop with the bended bow.