SONG OF THE VOLUNTEERS OF 1917.

The drafted men fought hard and well,

The whole big army did,

But we prefer the spirit

Of the Bayard and the Cid.

The drafted men fought hard and well,

But when Jack sailed for France,

They did n't have to drag us in

By the back of our neck and the seat of our pants.

The drafted men fought hard and well,

But when it first began,

From coast to coast, from Lakes to Gulf,

We rose, a single man.

The drafted men fought hard and well,

But when the days were black,

Glad we sprang to the call to front

The snarling, charging pack.

The red-fanged, savage hounds of hate,

In a victor's drunken might:

The unleashed, howling gray hordes

Sweeping plain and height.

The drafted men fought hard and well,

But when the great floes pressed,

Came we to break the ice and clear

A channel for the rest.

The drafted men fought hard and well,

But now the thing is o'er,

We‘ re glad we came the way we came

When the Nation rose to war.

The drafted men fought hard and well,

But now the thing is done,

We're glad we came the time we came

In the heyday of the Hun.

Shades of Patrick Henry —

Of Washington and Hale,

God grant we've kept the trust — God grant

The Old Guard shall not fail.

The drafted men fought hard and well,

The whole vast army did,

But we prefer the spirit

Of the Bayard and the Cid.