Lyrics Soldier's Chorus (From Faust) - The Dunvant Male Choir
Glory
and
love
to
the
men
of
old
Their
sons
may
copy
their
virtues
bold
Courage
in
heart
and
a
sword
in
hand
Both
ready
to
fight
and
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
lost?
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
All
ready
to
fight
for
Fatherland
Now
to
home
again
we
come,
the
long
and
fiery
strife
of
battle
over
Rest
is
pleasant
after
toil
as
hard
as
ours
beneath
a
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
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
All
ready
to
fight
for
Fatherland
All
ready
to
fight,
or
ready
to
die
for
Fatherland
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