The Call - Country Joe McDonald
Far and near high and clear
Hark to the call of War
Over the gorse and the golden dells
Ringing and swinging the clamorous bells
Praying and saying of wild farewells
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High and low all must go
Hark to the shout of War
Leave to the women the harvest yield
Gird ye men for the sinister field
A sabre instead of a scythe to wield
War Red war
Rich and poor lord and boor
Hark to the blast of War
Tinker and tailor and millionaire
Actor in triumph and priest in prayer
Comrades now in the hell out there
Sweep to the fire of War
Prince and page sot and sage
Hark to the roar of War
Poet professor and circus clown
Chimney-sweep and fop of the town
Into the pot and be melted down
Into the pot of War
Women all hear the call
The pitiless call of War
Look your last on your dearest ones
Brothers and husbands fathers sons
Swift they go to the ravenous guns
The gluttonous guns of War
Everywhere thrill the air
The maniac bells of War
There will be little of sleeping tonight
There will be wailing and weeping tonight
Death's red sickle is reaping tonight
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