My name is Hans Leorwig,
I'm a native of Corellia
When I was a childer, was born among the bogs of Belia.
My father fought in 68'
For our planet o' so dear
He fell upon Old Kampörts Ridge
Like a Corellian Volunteer!
Then raise the axe of ol' Mëlin boys, the flag we all revere!
We'll fight and fall beneath it's folds, like Corellian Volunteers!

Then raise the axe of ol' Mëlin boys, the flag we all revere!
We'll fight and fall beneath it's folds, like Corellian Volunteers!
When I was driven from my home by the Sith hand
I cut my sticks and greased my Hälfer and came o'er to this land
I found a home and many friends, all which I hold dear
Be Stärk! I'll stick to them like bricks
And an Corellian Volunteer!
Now when the dark traitors declared war, our alliance they did flatten,
I quickly then laid down my tools
To the devil went my Späten!

To a recruting-office I went, that happened to be near,
I went and joined the good old 45th like a Corellian Volunteer!
Then fill the ranks and march away!
No traitors do we fear!
We'll drive them all to blazes says the Corellian Volunteer!
The Iron Sun's rays'll cast at the end of the rifles we hold near.
We'll fight and die for what we hold dear,
Says the Corellian Volunteer!