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 Over the hostile camps at night, Where red eyes gleam through the murky light, A blow to strike for freedom's right
 * The God of freedom serving!

Or out on the tortured fields of France
 * Where hellish deeds are flaunted,

With face to the Rhine on the firing line
 * To stand with a heart undaunted;

'Mid screaming shell and shrapnel dance Unmoved by outer circumstance, To serve one's turn and take one's chance—
 * 'Tis not the will that's wanted!