The call for world-wide freedom has put us to the test,
The price we pay is very high, we're giving of our best;
From college, farm and factory, we've sent our bravest sons,
To hold our treasured liberty from devastating Huns.
To guard our women's honor and our dear old native sod,
From war-mad Prussian officers, whose passion knows no God.
Our sons have never faltered; they've always won the day,
In face of overwhelming odds, they've held the foe at bay.
Here's to the sons of Uncle Sam, who stand with Jack Canuck,
Who struggle for a righteous cause in good or evil luck,
Whose bugles never sound retreat, who fight to win or die,
That Stars and Stripes with Union Jack for freedom's cause may fly.
And when the war is over and democracy is saved,
