Our country gives the sons that she has treasured
To suffer -- and to die, perhaps -- for you.
By God's own standard let your gifts be measured;
And to their highest hold you champions true.
To keep our country free, our children fearless,
Our women clean, they face the hell of war.
Arm them with memories pure to courage peerless.
Give them a womanhood worth dying for!
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