For the May-time is a bloody time,
Where fierce the hot hail sweeps,
And COURAGE at the gates of hell
Its steadfast vigil keeps!
Where fierce the hot hail sweeps,
And COURAGE at the gates of hell
Its steadfast vigil keeps!
'Tis May-time in the Paris parks,
The shadows fleck the grass,
But—"tis "stand and die" in Picardy
With cry: "You shall not pass!"
For the May-time it is death time,
Where the lilied banners shine,
And, oh! 'tis VALOR'S Golden Age
Down all that gun-swept line!
The shadows fleck the grass,
But—"tis "stand and die" in Picardy
With cry: "You shall not pass!"
For the May-time it is death time,
Where the lilied banners shine,
And, oh! 'tis VALOR'S Golden Age
Down all that gun-swept line!
"LA FAYETTE, WE HAVE COME!"
(PERSHING AT LA FAYETTE'S TOMB)
AND they are there, O valiant France,
Our bravest and our best,
To hold their unstained shields before
Your torn and bleeding breast.
They went to you, as long ago
You came, a bannered host,
To help us guard the swinging gates
Of our own Freedom-post.
Our bravest and our best,
To hold their unstained shields before
Your torn and bleeding breast.
They went to you, as long ago
You came, a bannered host,
To help us guard the swinging gates
Of our own Freedom-post.
And now the Hun is at your door
In furious serried mass,
They speed your splendid challenge on
And cry: "You shall not pass!"
In furious serried mass,
They speed your splendid challenge on
And cry: "You shall not pass!"
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