Rookie Rhymes

code of pluck and nonchalance--

"God give us guts to play the game."

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May winds that sing like troubadours
Of musket, sword and daring deed,
And ideals won in early wars,

Inspire each warrior to succeed; To fight that nations may be freed, And through all hardships make his aim The punch of old-time heroes' creed--

God give us guts to play the game.

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And if to-morrow--who can tell?--
We hike along a hot white French
Highway, exposed to shrapnel shell,

Or occupy a first-line trench, 'Midst poisoned gas and dead men's stench, And hand grenades that burst and maim; May not all hell our spirit quench--

God give us guts to play the game.

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If through entangled wires and mud,
Charging the Boche, we madly run,
With comrades dropping, dyed with blood,

And sickening sights and sounds that s