The were summoned from the hillside
They were called in from the glen
And the contry found them ready
At the stir-ing call for men.
Let no tears add to their hardship
As the soldiers pas along
And although your heart is breaking
Make it sing this cheery song.
Keept the Home-fires burning
While your hearts are yearning
Though your lads are far away
They dream of Home.
There's a sliver lining
Through the dark cloud shining
Turn the dark cloud inside out
Till the boys com Home.
Over seas there came a pleading
"Help a Nation in distress!"
And we gave our glorious ladies
Honour made us do no less.
For no gallant Son of Freedom
To a tyrant's yoke should bend
And a noble heart must answer
To the sacred call of "Friend."
Ford, Lena Guilbert and Novello, Ivor, "Keep the Home-Fires Burning ('Till the Boys Come Home)" (1915). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1755.
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