Soldiers’ Chorus Lyrics
Soldiers' Chorus - Caerphilly Male Voice Choir
Glory and love to the men of old
Their sons may copy their virtues bold
Courage in heart and a sword in hand
Ready to fight or ready to die for Fatherland
Who needs bidding to dare
By a trumpet blown
Who lacks pity to spare
When the field is won
Who would fly from a foe if alone or last
And boast he was true
As coward might do
When peril is past
Glory and love to the men of old
Their sons may copy their virtues bold
Courage in heart and a sword in hand
Ready to die for Fatherland
Now to home again we come
The long and fiery strife of battle over
Rest is pleasant after toil
Beneath a wild and stranger sun
Beneath a wild and stranger sun
Many a maiden fair is waiting here to
Greet her truant soldier lover
And many a heart will fail
And brow grow pale to hear
The tale of cruel peril he has run
And many a heart
And many a heart will fail
And brow grow pale to hear
The tale of peril he has run
We are at home we are at home
We are at home we are at home
Glory and love to the men of old
Their sons may copy their virtues bold
Courage in heart and a sword in hand
Ready to die for Fatherland
Or ready to fight or ready to die for Fatherland
Or ready to fight or ready to die
Or ready to die for Fatherland