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 And here to a world that is bleeding and weary and heartsick you come, Whatever you’ve brought us of duty—we’ll answer the call of your drum.

We may weep in our grief and our sorrows, we may bend ’neath the might of the blow, But never our courage shall falter, and never we’ll run from the foe. We know not how troubled our pathways shall be nor how sorely beset, But I pray we shall cling to our honor as men and never our purpose forget.