Clive Phillips-Wolley Bid you stand shoulder to shoulder, for the peace of all
God s earth. We have shared this land in common, you have proved
the Old Land s word, Now let us keep together, the homes we have won by
the sword.
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��TO THE PAPERS AND POLITICIANS
ILL ye hear a cry from the Scrap Heap, ye who have
seen your men, March bright-eyed to the battle, who may not come
thence again? Know ye the spirit that sent them, heads high, a swing
in their stride To fight as they fought at Ypres, to die as McGregor
died, To stand tight-lipped in the trenches, in a blizzard of
shot and shell Or, for Canada, charge light-hearted into the vortex of
Hell?
Twas the spirit of national honour, that must fight for
right and truth, Twas the call of the Mighty Mother to her proud
Canadian youth Who have laid your flag on His altar, who wreathes
your brows with fame Whilst ye still bicker and backbite to blazon the nation s
shame.
A curse on your vile commissions, that suggest and
advertise theft, While young men fight for your honour as the best of
the old things left. Will You take the crown the boys won with their
sacrificial blood
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