text:  "Mother weep not! with thy love burning: This heart of mine beats full and free And to lion-blood is turning That soft milks I drew from thee; And our liberty from danger Thy brave son has guarded well; Battling with the Christian stranger Call'd by Azrael he fell; From my blood fresh odours breathing Fadeless flowers shall drink the dew; To my children fame bequeathing Brethren and revenge to you!" CHORUS