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Your tender soil for that! We're here to fling

Their words back in their teeth. For us, we want

Nothing that is our neighbor's; we have come

To lead our stricken brothers and their women home,

To smooth the scarred and broken earth, and plant

The fields again. But—if we must—

We'll deal first with those war-lords, break

Their knees and bring them to the dust.

For France's sake

We'll fight until we drop.

We're here to make them stop.

Allons! Leon, Gaspard!

We'll help you win this war.

Mary Farley Sanborn.