| They were summoned from the hillside,
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| They were called in from the glen,
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| And the Country found them ready
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| At the stirring call for men.
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| Let no tears add to their hardship,
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| As the Soldiers pass along
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| And although your heart is breaking,
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| Make it sing this cheery song.
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| REFRAIN repeat ad lib
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| Keep the Home-fires burning,
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| While your hearts are yearning,
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| Though your lads are far away
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| They dream of Home;
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| There’s a silver lining
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| Through the dark cloud shining,
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| Turn the dark cloud inside out,
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| Till the boys come Home.
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| Over seas there came a pleading,
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| «Help a Nation in distress!»
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| And we gave our glorious laddies,
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| Honor made us do no less.
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| For no gallant Son of Freedom
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| To a tyrant’s yoke should bend,
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| And a noble heart must answer
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| To the sacred call of «Friend!»
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| (REFRAIN repeat ad lib) |