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20 But the drum fire of the cannon that perpetually strums

With insistent shot and shell

On the tympanum of Hell.

But there's music in the drums!

There is magic in the drums!

There is music, there is magic,

There is fascination tragic

In the drums!

For the drums are telling patriots of wrongs that must be righted;

The drums are droning dirges of the lives the Hun has blighted;

Of the blood that he has spilled;

Of the babies he has killed;

Of the retribution awful that a righteous Lord has willed.

"Boy, we need you!"

Cry the drums.

"Though we bleed you,"

Cry the drums.

"Free the world as we have freed you!"

Cry the drums.

"Boy, you're wanted!"

Cry the drums!

And, undaunted

Here he comes!