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There is no escape by the river, / There is no flight left by the fen; / We are compassed about by the shiver / Of the night of their marching men. / Give a cheer! / For our hearts shall not give way. / Here's to a dark to-morrow, / And here's to a brave to-day!
The tale of their hosts is countless, / And the tale of ours a score; / But the palm is naught to the dauntless, / And the cause is more and more. / Give a cheer! / We may die, but not give way. / Here's to a silent morrow, / And here's to a stout to-day!