Not at their own dear country’s call,
    But answering another voice,
They gave to Liberty their all,
    Nor faltered in the choice.

Their young and ardent hearts were coined
    Into a golden seal for France;
Above their graves two flags are joined,
    They lie beyond mischance.

And we, remembering whence came
    Our Goddess where the sea-tide runs,
Nobly acquit the noble claim
    France has upon our sons.

Who dies for France, for us he dies,
    For all that gentle is and fair:
God prosper, in those shell-torn skies,
    Our chivalry of air