Old Glory in Berlin
The brunt of the war has been on French soil;
It's been one round of suffering, damage and toil;
While we over here sit in comfort and ease
Crying, "We must bring Germany down on her knees."
Heroes, red-blooded deeds, faces be-wrinkled
We picture, as also the barren fields sprinkled
With horrors of War; now what can WE do
To show the dear boys that we're fighting too?
We can give, we can save, in various manners,
We can work, we can pay, we can fling allied banners
For breezes to waft our proud purpose to win,
Never stopping a moment till we get to Berlin.
That's what we can do, now say, will we do it?
Aye, aye, Uncle Sam, our pledge, we renew it;
"We shal never cease working, without or within,
Till 'Old Glory' is honored in the streets of Berlin!"
|Subjects||World War I|