Arise now patriot; beat Drake’s drum!
Let him know the time has come;
Though his younger brothers’ lips are dumb
Their hands must soon be red.
Arise now patriot; sing Scott’s song!
Tell the mad unthinking throng
For strangers they have labored long
And now their souls are dead.
Arise now Bran and Charlemagne
And Roderick and Holger-Dane
And Vytautas of Lithuane
And Vlad and Finn McCool!
Arise Sebastian and Glyndwr!
Arise, Briton king of yore
Who lies at Glastonbury Tor
But still awaits his second rule.
Rise roaring from your hidden halls!
Rouse Franks and Saxons, Slavs and Gauls!
Rout Arab from your city walls
And set your lands aright!
Celt, your chariot adorn!
Teuton, blow the battle-horn!
Latin, breathe the hazy morn!
For God and country, fight!

Very catchy. I’ll bookmark this one.
Bravo!