There Is No Escape By The River, There Is No Flight Left By The Fen; We Are Compassed About By The Shiver Of The Night Of Their Marching Men. Give A Cheer! For Our Hearts Shall Not Give Way. Here'S To A Dark To-Morrow, And Here'S To A Brave To-Day! The Tale Of Their Hosts Is Countless, And The Tale Of Ours A Score; But The Palm Is Naught To The Dauntless, And The Cause Is More And More. Give A Cheer! We May Die, But Not Give Way. Here'S To A Silent Morrow, And Here'S To A Stout To-Day! God Has Said: "Ye Shall Fail And Perish; But The Thrill Ye Have Felt To-Night I Shall Keep In My Heart And Cherish When The Worlds Have Passed In Night." Give A Cheer! For The Soul Shall Not Give Way. Here'S To The Greater To-Morrow That Is Born Of A Great To-Day! Now Shame On The Craven Truckler And The Puling Things That Mope! We've A Rapture For Our Buckler That Outwears The Wings Of Hope. Give A Cheer! For Our Joy Shall Not Give Way. Here'S In The Teeth Of To-Morrow To The Glory Of To-Day!