Our columns are broken, defeated, and fled; We are gathered, a few from the flying and dead, Where the green flag is up and our wounded remain Imploring for water and groaning in pain....
Men talk and dream of better days Of a golden time to come; Toward a happy and shining goal They run with a ceaseless hum. The world grows old and grows young again,...
Come then, brave men, from the Land of Lakes With steady steps and cheers; Our country calls, as the battle breaks, On the Northwest Pioneers. Let the eagle scream, and the bayonet gleam!...
Dead? or is it a dream Only the voice of a dream? Dead in the prime of his years, And laid in the lap of the dust; Only a handful of ashes Moldering down into dust.
My heart's on the Rhine in the old Father-land; Where my cradle was rocked by a dear mother's hand, My youth and my friends they are there yet, I know, And my love dreams of me with her cheeks all aglow;...
When madly raged religious war O'er all the Magyar land And royal archer and hussar Met foemen hand to hand, A princess fair in castle strong The royal troops defied...