Point Isabel Chaunt.

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Point Isabel

Our warrior hearts for battle burn,
Hurrah.
Our thoughts to glory now we turn.
Hurrah.
Farewell to home and all its charms,
We break from love's entwining arms.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.

Behold the enemy appears,
Hurrah.
The din of battle fills our ears,
Hurrah.
The bugles ring, the banners wave,
Each warrior grasps his shining blade,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.

But not for fame, but not for gold
Hurrah.

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The flag of battle we unfold,
Hurrah.
United in holy band,
For God, and for our native land.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.