The Armenian Soldier

When the mother, with sore travail,
To the world a man-child gives,
Let a sharp sword from his father
Be the first gift he receives.

As he grows, instead of playthings,
Toys for childish sport and game,
Let his father give him, rather,
A good gun, of deadly aim.

When his time is come for schooling,
Let him to the sword give heed;
Teach him first to wield his weapon;
After, let him learn to read.

Skill of reading, craft of writing,
Is a useful thing and good;
But at the examinations
Ask him first, "Can you shed blood"?

Hope you in no other manner
Poor Armenia to save.
Ill the beggars part be beseemed
Independent men and brave.