The Call. Foregather Sons of Empire, from corners far and wide, Your Mother Country needs you, for the tauten in his pride. Has called forth the Dogs of War, and Europe would bestride. With Carnage and with Blood. Foregather sons of empire, with al your power and might, The Mad Monarch and his Junkers have challenged you to fight: Then shew them what you're made of, and Good defend the Right For Justice and for Good. The Response. We have heard the Parent call from near and distant shore, We hasten to the Banner, as we have done of yore, Our cause is just, and fight we must, peace and freedom to restore. Your call is nobly answered, from Prince to Peasant's son, Your Empire's sons are with you and will stand alike as one, To do or die our Motto, until the work is done.