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1899
NOW, this is the cup the White Men drink | |
| When they go to right a wrong, | |
| And that is the cup of the old world’s hate— | |
| Cruel and strained and strong. | |
| We have drunk that cup—and a bitter, bitter cup— | 5 |
| And tossed the dregs away. | |
| But well for the world when the White Men drink | |
| To the dawn of the White Man’s day! | |
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| Now, this is the road that the White Men tread | |
| When they go to clean a land— | 10 |
| Iron underfoot and levin overhead | |
| And the deep on either hand. | |
| We have trod that road—and a wet and windy road— | |
| Our chosen star for guide. | |
| Oh, well for the world when the White Men tread | 15 |
| Their highway side by side! | |
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| Now, this is the faith that the White Men hold | |
| When they build their homes afar— | |
| “Freedom for ourselves and freedom for our sons | |
| And, failing freedom, War.” | 20 |
| We have proved our faith—bear witness to our faith, | |
| Dear souls of freemen slain! | |
| Oh, well for the world when the White Men join | |
| To prove their faith again! | |
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