What shall I do for the land that bred me, Her homes and fields that folded and fed me? Be under her banner and live for her honor. Under her banner I'll live for her honor. Not the pleasure, the pay, the plunder, But country and flag, the flag I am under. There is the shilling that finds me willing To follow a banner and fight for her honor. Where is the field I must play the man on? O welcome there their steel or cannon. Immortal beauty is death with duty, If under her banner I fall for her honor. TRIPLES with EMMA