Ferryman ho! In the night so black
Hark to the clank of iron;
'Tis heroes of the read more

Ferryman ho! In the night so black
Hark to the clank of iron;
'Tis heroes of the Yser,
'Tis sweethearts of glory,
'Tis lads who are unafraid!
Ferryman ho!

My valet-de-chambre sings me no such song.

My valet-de-chambre sings me no such song.

The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit read more

The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck,
Shone round him o'er the dead.
. . . .
The flames roll'd on--he would not go
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.

The hero is not fed on sweets,
Daily his own heart he eats;
Chambers of the great read more

The hero is not fed on sweets,
Daily his own heart he eats;
Chambers of the great are jails,
And head-winds right for royal sails.

A man must indeed be a hero to appear such in the eyes of his
valet.
[Fr., Il read more

A man must indeed be a hero to appear such in the eyes of his
valet.
[Fr., Il faut etre bien heros pour l'etre aux yeux de son
valet-de-chambre.]

Each man is a hero and an oracle to somebody, and to that person
whatever he says has an read more

Each man is a hero and an oracle to somebody, and to that person
whatever he says has an enhanced value.

Still the race of hero spirits pass the lamp from hand to hand.

Still the race of hero spirits pass the lamp from hand to hand.

To a valet no man is a hero.
[Ger., Es gibt fur den Kammerdiener keiner Helden.]

To a valet no man is a hero.
[Ger., Es gibt fur den Kammerdiener keiner Helden.]

But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds read more

But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word,
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be.