USLAND[C]TO THE BOERS.
And where lies Usland, Land of Us?Where Freedom lives, there Usland lies!Fling down that map and measure thusOr argent seas or sapphire skies:To north the North Pole, south as farAs ever eagle cleaved his way;To east the blazing morning star,And west? West to the Judgment Day!No borrowed lion, rampt in gold;No bleeding Erin, plaintive strains;No starving millions, mute and cold;No plundered India, prone in chains;No peaceful farmer, forced to flyOr draw his plowshare from the sod,And, fighting, one to fifty, dieFor freedom, fireside and God.Fear not, brave, freeborn, voiceless Boers.Great Usland’s heart is yours to-day.Aye, England’s heart of hearts is yours,Whatever scheming men may say.Her scheming men have mines to sell,And we? Why, meat and corn and wheat.But, Boers, all brave hearts wish you well;For England’s triumph means defeat.
And where lies Usland, Land of Us?Where Freedom lives, there Usland lies!Fling down that map and measure thusOr argent seas or sapphire skies:To north the North Pole, south as farAs ever eagle cleaved his way;To east the blazing morning star,And west? West to the Judgment Day!No borrowed lion, rampt in gold;No bleeding Erin, plaintive strains;No starving millions, mute and cold;No plundered India, prone in chains;No peaceful farmer, forced to flyOr draw his plowshare from the sod,And, fighting, one to fifty, dieFor freedom, fireside and God.Fear not, brave, freeborn, voiceless Boers.Great Usland’s heart is yours to-day.Aye, England’s heart of hearts is yours,Whatever scheming men may say.Her scheming men have mines to sell,And we? Why, meat and corn and wheat.But, Boers, all brave hearts wish you well;For England’s triumph means defeat.
And where lies Usland, Land of Us?Where Freedom lives, there Usland lies!Fling down that map and measure thusOr argent seas or sapphire skies:To north the North Pole, south as farAs ever eagle cleaved his way;To east the blazing morning star,And west? West to the Judgment Day!
And where lies Usland, Land of Us?
Where Freedom lives, there Usland lies!
Fling down that map and measure thus
Or argent seas or sapphire skies:
To north the North Pole, south as far
As ever eagle cleaved his way;
To east the blazing morning star,
And west? West to the Judgment Day!
No borrowed lion, rampt in gold;No bleeding Erin, plaintive strains;No starving millions, mute and cold;No plundered India, prone in chains;No peaceful farmer, forced to flyOr draw his plowshare from the sod,And, fighting, one to fifty, dieFor freedom, fireside and God.
No borrowed lion, rampt in gold;
No bleeding Erin, plaintive strains;
No starving millions, mute and cold;
No plundered India, prone in chains;
No peaceful farmer, forced to fly
Or draw his plowshare from the sod,
And, fighting, one to fifty, die
For freedom, fireside and God.
Fear not, brave, freeborn, voiceless Boers.Great Usland’s heart is yours to-day.Aye, England’s heart of hearts is yours,Whatever scheming men may say.Her scheming men have mines to sell,And we? Why, meat and corn and wheat.But, Boers, all brave hearts wish you well;For England’s triumph means defeat.
Fear not, brave, freeborn, voiceless Boers.
Great Usland’s heart is yours to-day.
Aye, England’s heart of hearts is yours,
Whatever scheming men may say.
Her scheming men have mines to sell,
And we? Why, meat and corn and wheat.
But, Boers, all brave hearts wish you well;
For England’s triumph means defeat.
[C]It is a waste of ink and energy to write “United States of America” always. All our property is marked Us. Then why not Usland? And why should we always say American? The Canadian, the Mexican, the Brazilian and so on are as entirely entitled to the name American as we. Why not say Usman, as Frenchman, German, and so on?
[C]It is a waste of ink and energy to write “United States of America” always. All our property is marked Us. Then why not Usland? And why should we always say American? The Canadian, the Mexican, the Brazilian and so on are as entirely entitled to the name American as we. Why not say Usman, as Frenchman, German, and so on?