When Cannons Are Roaring

Hark, the alarum call, war-clouds a-thundering
Foemen in wood and vale, through the towns plundering,
Then will the brave and true, to standard rallying,
Fight for their land and laws, rushing and sallying.

Chorus: When cannons are roaring and bullets are flying
He that would honor win must not fear dying.

Soldiers with sword in hand, to the walls coming,
Horsemen about the streets riding and running,
Sentinels on the walls, 'Arm, Arm' a-crying,
Petards against the ports, wildfire a-flying.

Chorus: When cannons are roaring and bullets are flying
He that would honor win must not fear dying.

Turmpets on turret high, these are a-sounding,
Drums betaing out aloud, echoes resounding,
Alarm bells in each place, they are a-ringing
Grappling hooks rope-tailed rise, to the walls clinging.

Chorus: When cannons are roaring and bullets are flying
He that would honor win must not fear dying.

Captains in open fields on their foes rushing,
Musketeers' bullets wild down their foes cutting,
Now soon at push of pike, horses uprearing,
Standards still held aloft through the smoke appearing.

Chorus: When cannons are roaring and bullets are flying
He that would honor win must not fear dying.