| They were summoned from the hillside, they were called in from the glen,
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| And the country found them ready at the stirring call for men.
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| Let no tears add to their hardships, as the soldiers pass along,
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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 they dream of home.
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| There’s a silver lining, through the dark clouds shining,
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| Turn the dark cloud inside out, 'til the boys come home.
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| Overseas there came a pleading,
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| «Help a nation in distress.»
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| And we gave our glorious laddies, honor bade us do no less,
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| For no gallant son of freedom to a tyrant’s yoke should bend,
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| And a noble heart must answer to the sacred call of «Friend.»
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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 they dream of home.
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| There’s a silver lining, through the dark clouds shining,
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| Turn the dark cloud inside out 'til the boys come home. |