God bless our home, land of the free,
And those who rule, who e'er they be;
Protect the flag, and let it wave
I'll not attempt the task
Of the Iliad to relate;
But I will tell of Hector
And how he met his fate.
Think not, my friend, if right be crushed today,
That violent wrong will ever hold the day;
A noble cause aside the kings may toast,
Two spirits are warring in my breast,
Each for the sway;
And each of me has made request—
Which to obey?
What a balm for the mind the joyous spring,
What fragrant nectar its breezes bring;
How the babbling brook and the birds we hear,
God bless the sailors brave to-night
Upon the surging sea,
Who're fighting hard against the storm,
Protecting you and me.
I shall succeed, although Fate rules to-day,
And heaps up thorns and thistles in my way.
I bear the yoke and tread them with a smile,
Daily we drop in the treasure,
But it never reaches its height;
And when we search for the reason,
We find it Saturday night.
If love could see each other's heart,
And read the truth which they impart;
Much doubt and fears it would relieve,