A Health to the Brave

Lyrics

A health to the brave, in fields afar Sweet Freedom's foes assailing; And high your choral burden bear Their names with honours hailing What meed awaits the fallen brave? A nation's tears to dew them And bards the blooming flowers to weave And virgin hands to strew them But what their meed to whom return In triumph's ear is granted? Beside their comrade's laurel'd urn To see the olive planted To hear the good, the great, the fair Rich notes of rapture pealing That hig the choral burden bear Their names with honours hailing