Mag die maan vir jou sterre vang
Onder die hemelruim; diep in die melkweg
Mag die son se strale jou nooit skroei nie
Die waters jou nooit storm loop nie
...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.