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224 And the blood-red tide of the kaiser's pride

They battled by day and night.

Each bullet its billet has got, they say,

And always will find some mark.

And Pat and Jack in a trench mud black

Lay side by side in the dark.

Their life's blood ebbed with a failing tide

As they came toward the Great Unknown;

But hand in hand from that far-off land

They knew they were not alone.

So "over the top" to the Glory Side,

Where never is war nor tears;

Where the true and tried in God's love abide

With nothing of doubts nor fears.

And the God they met as they entered in

Where the souls of all men are free,

Was the God of Jack's Y. M. C. A.

And the God of Pat's K. of C.