WAR SONG OF AMERICA
We are on our way back Home—
Home where the high flag flies;
We are on our way from the rut
With the flag lust in our eyes;
So those of you in the van,
Hark to our warning song—
"Give us the open road
Till we land where we belong."
Soft we had grown and fat—
Watching the Shadow creep;
Soft with the dull content
Of those who are half asleep;
But the Eagle's place is the peak,
And now, by her lands and seas,
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