FIFES AND DRUMS
101
Your tender soil for that! We're here to fling
Their words back in their teeth. For us, we want
Nothing that is our neighbor's; we have come
To lead our stricken brothers and their women
home,
To smooth the scarred and broken earth, and plant
The fields again. But—if we must—
We'll deal first with those war-lords, break
Their knees and bring them to the dust.
For France's sake
We'll fight until we drop.
We're here to make them stop.
Allons! Leon, Gaspard!
We'll help you win this war.
Mary Farley Sanborn.
