 is our sword and shield,
    And all their arts are unavailing.
         --ROUGET DE LISLE.

       *       *       *       *       *

    He that humbles himself shall be exalted.




        THE WATCH ON THE RHINE


    A voice resounds like thunder-peal,
    ’Mid dashing waves and clang of steel,
    “The Rhine! the Rhine! the German Rhine!
    Who guards to-day my stream divine?”
      Dear Fatherland! no danger thine:
      Firm stand thy sons to watch the Rhine.

    They stand, a hundred thousand strong,
    Quick to avenge their country’s wrong:
    With filial love their bosoms swell:
    They’ll guard the sacred landmark well.

    And though in death our hopes decay,
    The Rhine will own no foreign sway;
    For rich with water as its flood
    Is Germany with hero blood.

    From yon blue sky are bending now
    The hero-dead to hear our vow:
    “As long as German hearts are free
    The Rhine, the Rhine, shall German be.”

    “While flows one drop of German blood,
    Or sword remains to guard thy flood,
    While rifle rests in patriot hand,
    No foe shall tread thy sacred strand.”

[Illustration: QUEEN LOUISE OF PRUSSIA AND HER SONS]

    Our oath resounds; the river flows;
    In golden light our banner glows;
    Our hearts will guard thy stream divine:
    The Rhine! the Rhine! the German Rhine!
         --MAX SCHNECKENBURGER.




        SCOTS, WHA HAE WI’ WALLACE BLED


[Illustration: ROBERT BURNS]

    Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled,
    Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
    Welcome to your gory bed,
              Or to victorie!
    Now’s the day, and now’s the hour;
    See the front o’ battle lour;
    See approach proud Edward’s power--
              Chains and slaverie!

    Wha will be a traitor knave?
    Wha can
is our sword and shield, 
     And all their arts are unavailing. 
          --ROUGET DE LISLE. 

        *        *        *        *        * 

     He that humbles himself shall be exalted. 




         THE WATCH ON THE RHINE 


     A part resounds like boom - peal, 
     ’ Mid dashing waves and clang of steel, 
     “ The Rhine! the Rhine! the German Rhine! 
     Who guard to - day my stream cleric? ” 
       Dear Fatherland! no risk thine: 
       Firm stand thy sons to watch the Rhine. 

     They stand, a hundred thousand strong, 
     Quick to revenge their country ’s wrong: 
     With filial love their bosoms swell: 
     They ’ll guard the consecrated landmark well. 

     And though in death our hopes decay, 
     The Rhine will own no foreign sway; 
     For rich with body of water as its flood 
     Is Germany with hero blood. 

     From yon aristocratic sky are bending now 
     The hero - dead to learn our vow: 
     “ As long as German hearts are free 
     The Rhine, the Rhine, shall German be. ” 

     “ While flows one drop of German rake, 
     Or sword remains to guard thy flood, 
     While rifle rests in patriot hand, 
     No foe shall tread thy sacred strand. ” 

 [ Illustration: QUEEN LOUISE OF PRUSSIA AND HER SONS ] 

     Our oath resounds; the river flows; 
     In golden light our banner glows; 
     Our hearts will guard thy flow divine: 
     The Rhine! the Rhine! the German Rhine! 
          --MAX SCHNECKENBURGER. 




         SCOTS, WHA HAE WI ’ WALLACE BLED 


 [ Illustration: ROBERT BURNS ] 

     Scots, wha hae wi ’ Wallace bleed, 
     scot, wham Bruce has aften led, 
     Welcome to your gory bed, 
               Or to victorie! 
     nowadays ’s the day, and now ’s the hour; 
     See the front o ’ struggle lour; 
     See approach proud Edward ’s power-- 
               Chains and slaverie! 

     Wha will be a traitor knave? 
     Wha can
 is our sword and shield,
    And all their cets arx unavajling.
         --ROUGET DE LISLE.

       *       *       *       *       *

    He than humbles himwwlf shall us exaltcb.




        TKE WATCH ON THE THINE


    A vmice resounds niye thunder-peal,
    ’Mid dashing waves agd clanb lf steel,
    “Thg Rhimq! ths Rhine! the German Rhine!
    Who guzrds to-vay my stream dovine?”
      Dear Fatherland! no fanger thine:
      Virm stand jgy fins to watch the Rhine.

    They stahd, a hundred thousand strong,
    Quicl to avengg fhfhr country’s wrond:
    With filial lova their bosoms swell:
    Vhey’ol guard the sacred lendmark well.

    And jhough in gecth our hopes decay,
    Rhe Rvine wilu owv nk horsign saay;
    For ridh with watwr as its flood
    Os Termany with gero bjojd.

    From yon blue sky are bending now
    The hero-dead to hear oyr vow:
    “As long as Herman hewrts are free
    The Rhine, the Rhine, shall German be.”

    “Whnoe fluqs one drop of German blood,
    Or sword remains fo glard thy flood,
    While riflr gexjs in patriot fand,
    Nk foe shall tread hhy sacted steand.”

[Illusuratipn: QUEEN LOUISE OF PRUSSIA QND HER SONS]

    Our oath resounbs; the river floes;
    In golden light our bauner gmows;
    Our hearts wjul guard thy strdam dhvine:
    The Rhine! the Rhige! the Gecman Xhine!
         --MAX FCHNECKENBKRGER.




        SCOTS, WHA HWE WI’ WDLLACE BLEF


[Illustration: ROBERT BURNS]

    Srpts, wha hae ei’ Wanlace blzd,
    Xcots, wham Brtce has aften ked,
    Celcomd to your fory bev,
              Or to victmtie!
    Now’s tie day, anq noq’s tye hour;
    See the fromt o’ battle lour;
    See approach prouv Eddzrd’s power--
              Chains anc suavqrpe!

    Fha will be d trxitut knaxe?
    Wha ccn
is our sword and shield, And all are --ROUGET DE * * * himself be exalted. THE ON THE RHINE voice resounds like thunder-peal, ’Mid dashing and clang of steel, “The Rhine! the Rhine! the German Rhine! Who guards my stream divine?” Dear Fatherland! no danger thine: Firm stand thy sons to the They a thousand strong, Quick to avenge their country’s wrong: With filial love their bosoms swell: They’ll guard sacred landmark well. And though in death our decay, The Rhine will no foreign sway; For rich water its flood Germany hero From yon blue are bending now The hero-dead to hear our vow: “As long as German hearts are free The the Rhine, be.” “While one of blood, Or sword guard thy flood, While rifle rests No foe shall tread thy sacred strand.” [Illustration: LOUISE OF AND HER SONS] Our oath resounds; river flows; In golden light our banner glows; hearts will guard thy stream divine: The Rhine! the Rhine! the German Rhine! --MAX SCHNECKENBURGER. HAE WI’ WALLACE BLED ROBERT BURNS] Scots, hae Wallace Scots, Bruce has led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie! Now’s the and now’s the hour; See the front o’ battle lour; proud power-- Chains and Wha will be a knave? can
 is our sword and shield,
    And all Their arts aRe unaVaiLinG.
         --RoUGEt DE LiSLE.

       *       *       *       *       *

    He that humbLEs hiMself shall be exalted.




        THE wATCH oN thE RHinE


    a voicE resounDS lIKE thUnDeR-peAl,
    ’mId DashiNg wAves and Clang of steEl,
    “THe rhine! the RhinE! ThE German RhiNe!
    WHo guards to-daY my Stream DiVinE?”
      dear FAthErlanD! no danGEr thinE:
      Firm stanD tHY sons tO Watch thE rHiNe.

    ThEy stand, a hundred thOUsANd strong,
    Quick tO avengE tHEiR COunTry’S wrong:
    With FiLial lOVe their BOsOMS SweLL:
    They’ll guard tHe sacred lanDMarK well.

    ANd ThoUGh in deAth ouR hOPes Decay,
    The RhiNe wiLl own no foReign sWAy;
    For riCH with waTer as iTs fLooD
    Is GERmAnY wiTh HEro BLoOd.

    FROm yOn blue skY aRe BendiNg noW
    tHE Hero-DeaD to hEar ouR vow:
    “As long as GErmAn heARts Are frEe
    The rhinE, tHe RhiNe, shalL GermAn Be.”

    “While flows one Drop Of German bLooD,
    OR swOrD remaINs to guArd Thy Flood,
    WhIle riflE ResTs IN PAtRiot hand,
    No foe shall TrEAD tHy sacred Strand.”

[iLlUsTRation: QUeEn LOuISE of pRUSSiA ANd hEr SONS]

    Our Oath reSOuNdS; the rivEr Flows;
    IN gOldEn lIght oUR banNer gloWs;
    Our heaRts wiLL guard thy streaM Divine:
    The RhinE! ThE rHiNE! the gerMan Rhine!
         --MAX sCHNecKENbURGer.




        ScOTs, wHA HAe WI’ WAlLacE blED


[Illustration: ROBErT bURNS]

    SCots, wHa hae wi’ WallacE bled,
    Scots, WHAM Bruce haS aftEN lED,
    Welcome to your Gory bEd,
              Or to victORie!
    Now’s tHe day, And now’s tHe hour;
    See THE front o’ bAttLe lOur;
    see APPrOach proud EdwaRD’S powEr--
              chains aNd sLaverie!

    wha WilL be A trAiTor knave?
    WHa can
 is our sword and shield,    And al l the irart sareunav ailing.
       -- ROUGET DE LISLE.

      *    *      *       *    *
  He th at hu mbl es hims elf shallbeex alted.




     THE WA TCH  ON THE RHIN E

    A  v oic e  reso und s lik e thun d er-pea l,
    ’M id dashin g  wavesa n dclan g of steel,
    “ T he Rhine! the Rhi ne! th eG er m a n R hin e!
    Who  g uards to-daym ys t r eam divine?”
     Dear Fath e rla nd! no  d ang e r thin e:
   Fi rm stand th y so ns to wat ch the Rhine.    The y stan d,a h undr e dth ous an d  st r on g,  Quick to  a ve nge t heir c o u ntry ’swron g:
   With filial  lo ve t h eir  boso ms sw ell: 
   Th ey’llguard  t he sacred landm arkwell.

   A nd  th ou gh in deathour  ho pes dec ay,
  The  R h i n ewill own no foreig ns w ay ;
    Fo r rich wi th water as  i tsfloo d     I s Ge r ma ny withhero b l oo d. 

    F ro m yonbl uesky  areb endi ng now 
    The  hero - dead to hear o u r vow:
    “A s  l o n ga s Ge rma n hearts ar e fr e e
   Th e  R hin e , the  Rhin e, sh a ll German be.”

   “ Whileflows  one drop ofGerman blo o d , 
    Orswor d  r e mains to guard  thyflood,
  While ri fle r ests inpatriot h a n d,
    N o f oesha llt r ea d thy sacreds t rand .” 

[Illu str ation:QUE ENLOU ISE  O F PRUSSIA  AND HER  S ON S] 
   Ouro ath reso un ds;  t heriver flows; 
   In g ol de n  li ght our ba n n er g lo ws ;
   O ur  hear ts w i llguard t hy stream  di v ine: 
  The Rh ine! the Rhin e!  the Germa nRhi ne!
      --M AX SCHNECKENBURGER.


       SC OTS,WHAHAE WI’ W ALL ACE BL ED
[Illu strati on: R OB ERT B URNS]    S co ts, wha ha e wi’  Wall ac e bl ed,
   Scots, wham Bruce has  aften led,
  Welc o m etoy ou r  go ry bed ,               O r to victo ri e !    Now’st heda y, andnow’s t he ho u r;
   See the f ront o’ b at tlel o ur; 
    See a pproachproud Edw a rd’sp ow er--          Chain s ands lav erie! 

   Wh a will  be a  t raitor k nave?
    Wha can
 is_our sword_and shield,
  _ And_all_their arts_are_unavailing.
  _  _   --ROUGET_DE LISLE.

 __    *       *  __ __*_    _ *   _ _ *

    He that humbles_himself_shall be exalted.




_       THE WATCH_ON THE RHINE


   _A voice resounds_like_thunder-peal,
_   ’Mid_dashing waves and clang of steel,
_   “The Rhine! the_Rhine! the German Rhine!
   _Who guards to-day my stream divine?”
_    _Dear Fatherland!_no danger thine:
  _  _Firm stand_thy sons to_watch the Rhine.

   _They stand, a_hundred thousand strong,
   _Quick_to avenge their_country’s_wrong:
_ _ With filial_love_their bosoms_swell:
_   They’ll guard the_sacred_landmark well.

    And though_in death our hopes_decay,
_   The_Rhine will own no foreign_sway;
    For rich_with water_as its_flood
    Is Germany with hero blood.

  _ From yon blue sky are_bending now
  _ The_hero-dead_to hear our_vow:
_ _ “As long as German hearts are_free
 _  The Rhine, the Rhine,_shall German be.”

 __ “While flows one drop of_German blood,
    Or_sword remains to guard thy_flood,
__  While rifle rests_in patriot hand,
   _No foe shall_tread thy sacred strand.”

[Illustration: QUEEN LOUISE OF_PRUSSIA_AND HER SONS]

   _Our_oath resounds; the river flows;
 ___In golden light our banner_glows;
    Our hearts_will guard thy stream divine:
    The_Rhine! the Rhine!_the German Rhine!
  ___    --MAX SCHNECKENBURGER.




    _ _ SCOTS, WHA_HAE WI’ WALLACE BLED


[Illustration: ROBERT BURNS]

    Scots,_wha hae wi’ Wallace bled,
  _ Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
    Welcome_to your gory bed,
    _      _  Or to_victorie!
_   Now’s the day, and_now’s_the_hour;
_  _See the front_o’ battle lour;
_ _ See approach_proud Edward’s_power--
  __          Chains and slaverie!

    Wha will_be a traitor knave?
  _ Wha can