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'Tis not hard to bear the brunt
Of the foe's assault in front,
'Tis harder much our doubtings and our fears to subjugate;
But we never will despair,
We will dare and ever dare,
Till our constancy and courage win at last the smile of fate!
Of the foe's assault in front,
'Tis harder much our doubtings and our fears to subjugate;
But we never will despair,
We will dare and ever dare,
Till our constancy and courage win at last the smile of fate!
Then a bumper let us drain
To our many comrades slain;
'Tis no shame if to our eyes the tear-drops start:
We'll keep silence for a space,
Tracing o'er each vanished face,
Then once more, refreshed and strengthened, on our pilgrimage depart.
To our many comrades slain;
'Tis no shame if to our eyes the tear-drops start:
We'll keep silence for a space,
Tracing o'er each vanished face,
Then once more, refreshed and strengthened, on our pilgrimage depart.
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