In the Trenches

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You who call yourselves men
Filthy dogs of war
In your blood stained uniform
(With a mple leaf on your uniform)
Arise from your trenches
Scatter across no man's land
Mustard gas fills your lungs
Vapours burn as you pass away
Emerge from the trenches
Asnwer freedom's call
A great prize awaits
On the outcome of Viny Ridge
Through dense smoke and gas
Emerged a true offenzive power
Advanced with fixed bayonets
Wave after wave of shock troops
Storm the stronghold
And take the high ground
This elite fighting force
That hammered hill 145
Bore the maple leaf
You will not die
But step into immortality
Where Canadians are engaged
There can be no giving way
In the hard fought field of battle
The enemy was overcome
The tide of war reversed
A great prize was awarded
The birth of a nation