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Edgar Guest - Mothers And WivesEdgar Guest - Mothers And Wives
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Mothers and wives, `tis the call to arms That the bugler yonder prepares to sound; We stand on the brink of war`s alarms And your men may lie on a blood-stained ground. The drums may play and the flags may fly, And our boys may don the brown and blue, And the call that summons brave men to die Is the call for glorious women, too. Mothers and wives, if the summons comes, You, as ever since war has been, Must hear with courage the rolling drums And dry your tears when the flags are seen. For never has hero fought and died Who has braver been than the mother, who Buckled his sabre at his side, And sent him forward to dare and do. Mothers and wives, should the call ring out, It is you must answer your country`s cry; You must furnish brave hearts and stout For the firing line where the heroes die. And never a corpse on the field of strife Should be honoured more in his country`s sight Than the noble mother or noble wife Who sent him forth in the cause of right. Mothers and wives, `tis the call for men To give their strength and to give their lives; But well we know, such a summons then Is the call for mothers and loyal wives, For you must give us the strength we need, You must give us the boys in blue, For never a boy or a man shall bleed But a mother or wife shall suffer, too.
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