“ The drums are droning dirges of the lives the Hun has blighted;
⁠Of the blood that he has spilled;
⁠Of the babies he has killed;
Of the retribution awful that a righteous Lord has willed.
⁠"Boy, we need you!"
⁠⁠Cry the drums.
⁠"Though we bleed you,"
⁠⁠Cry the drums.
⁠"Free the world as we have freed you!"
⁠⁠Cry the drums.
⁠"Boy, you're wanted!"
⁠⁠Cry the drums!
⁠And, undaunted
⁠Here he comes!
Hail Columbia's sons are marching! Rich and poor alike are chums!
They've been welded fast together by the magic of the drums!
⁠⁠By the drums! ”