When we were examined for the military service,
the times being hard and tough,
they gathered in a lot of young men,
and we two got stuck there.
Yes, the draft commission knows quite well
who has a heart and fiery blood,
and the most handsome ones in the whole land
they took and kept them all right.
Of course the Emperor understood
that without us there can be no battle.
Therefore we move away from our home,
far away into foreign countries;
so bless you God, farewell,
my beautiful Tyrol!

Of course we must leave now our pastures,
the cattle, the lambs and the calves
and the mountains with their eternal snow,
our beautiful valley - aye, that hurts!
We don't have our wide views any more
into the whole world and its glamour,
we don't breathe the clean air
and the scent of the alpine rose.
Wistfully we look at all we must leave,
ere we make accomodation in the gloomy barracks.
We must move away from our home,
far away into foreign countries;
so bless you God, farewell,
my beautiful Tyrol!

Now instead of whetting the sickle we must
mend our equipment when it's ragged,
instead of driving the cattle onto the pasture
me must march behind the husars' horses.
And our lassies with their white and red faces -
it will simply tear their hearts apart!
Saturday night will be a mournful time,
'cause no lover will come to their chambers.
Instead of going "fernsterln" to our sweethearts
we must stand sentinel all the time.
We must move away from our home,
far away into foreign countries;
so bless you God, farewell,
my beautiful Tyrol!

Well, God's will be done! But be sure of that,
that people like us are not to be trifled with!
The Tyrolian is a vigorous man,
if provoked, he can strike a blow!
If the enemy gets in our way,
then we'll mess him up badly.
The Tyrolian is a sharp marksman,
his rifle hits the target as quick as a flash.
We defend with a strong hand
our Emperor and our fatherland.
Therefore let's move away from our home,
far away into foreign countries;
so bless you God, farewell,
my beautiful Tyrol!