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  Nor dim with petty deeds of shame The splendor of Old Glory’s fame; I must not let my standards drag, For my disgrace would stain the flag.

The country needs a man like you, It has a task for you to do. It has a job for you to face. Somewhere for you it has a place. Not all the slackers dodge the work Of service where the cannon lurk, Not all the slackers on life’s stage Are boys of military age. The old, the youthful, and unfit Must also do their little bit.