Westward Ho!
Blanche E. H. Murison. - 1908

Westward Ho ! across the ocean,
Westward Ho ! from England's strand,
Breathing out a heart's devotion,
To the dear old Motherland :
Singing with the winds that blow,
Westward Ho! Westward Ho!

Westward Ho ! through busy city,
Through the forest, o'er the plain ;
Hearing still the haunting ditty,
Echoing through heart and brain.
Westward Ho ! away we go !
Westward Ho ! Westward Ho !

Westward Ho ! across the mountains,
By the canyons, grim and deep,
Where the rush of many fountains,
Through the rocky fissures creep.
And the music of their flow—
Westward Ho ! Westward Ho !

Westward Ho ! the journey ended,
Other shores and other seas,
By the mighty hills defended,
Waft a welcome on the breeze.
And our hearts with eager glow,
Hail the land of Westward Ho !
Westward Ho ! Westward Ho !