To the tune "Auld Lang Syne"

Should all our triumphs be forgot
	The blood and sweat and toil
For ne'er were we a melting pot
	For ours is blood and soil

	For ours is blood and soil my sons
		For ours is blood and soil
	That our great race ne'er be replaced
		For ours is blood and soil

We bear the torch of Europe still
	Our hearts with duty loyal
No more the blood of brothers spill
	For ours is blood and soil

	For ours is blood and soil my sons
		For ours is blood and soil
	That our great race ne'er be erased
		For ours is blood and soil

That we should flourish in our land
	Ne'er from our fight recoil
Come fathers, brothers hand in hand
	For ours is blood and soil

	For ours is blood and soil my sons
		For ours is blood and soil
	That our great race ne'er be disgraced
		For ours is blood and soil