| THERE is no escape by the river, | |
| There is no flight left by the fen; | |
| We are compassed about by the shiver | |
| Of the night of their marching men. | |
| Give a cheer! | 5 |
| For our hearts shall not give way. | |
| Here 's to a dark to-morrow, | |
| And here 's to a brave to-day! | |
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| The tale of their hosts is countless, | |
| And the tale of ours a score; | 10 |
| But the palm is naught to the dauntless, | |
| And the cause is more and more. | |
| Give a cheer! | |
| We may die, but not give way. | |
| Here 's to a silent morrow, | 15 |
| And here 's to a stout to-day! | |
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| God has said: "Ye shall fail and perish; | |
| But the thrill ye have felt to-night | |
| I shall keep in my heart and cherish | |
| When the worlds have passed in night." | 20 |
| Give a cheer! | |
| For the soul shall not give way. | |
| Here 's to the greater to-morrow | |
| That is born of a great to-day! | |
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| Now shame on the craven truckler | 25 |
| And the puling things that mope! | |
| We 've a rapture for our buckler | |
| That outwears the wings of hope. | |
| Give a cheer! | |
| For our joy shall not give way. | 30 |
| Here 's in the teeth of to-morrow | |
| To the glory of to-day! | |
