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Girls, we love you, and love
 * Asks you to give again

That which draws it above,
 * Beautiful, without stain.

Give us weariless faith
 * In our Cause pure, passionate,

Dearer than life and death,
 * Dear as the love that's it!

Give to the man who turns
 * Traitrous hands or forlorn

Back from the plough that burns,
 * Give him pitiless scorn!