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They were called in from the hillside, they were summoned from the glen,
And the country found them ready, at the stirring call for: "Men".
Let no tears add to their hardships, as the soldiers pass along,
And although your hearts are breaking, you must sing this cheery song:
Keep the home fires burning while your hearts are yearning,
Though the lads are far away they dream of home,
There's a silver lining through the dark clouds shining,
Turn the dark clouds inside out 'til the boys come home.
Overseas there came a pleading, help a nation in distress,
And we gave our valiant laddies, honour bade us do no less
For no gallant son of Britain to a foreign yoke shall bend,
And no Englishman is silent to the sacred call of: "Friend". |