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182 Then call your trembling pride to your colors—to your side—

"Be a sport!" and make him glad that he has joined!

Little mother, little mother, with the shadows in your eyes,

And the icy hand of Fear about your heart,

There is this that you can do: "Play the game," there honor lies,

Now your boy and country need you—do your part!

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