Whatever the strength of our foes is now,
Whatever it may have been,
This is our slogan, and this our vow—
They shall not win, they shall not win.
Though out of the darkness they call the aid
Of the evil forces of Sin,
We utter our slogan unafraid—
They shall not win, they shall not win.
We know we are right, and know they are wrong,
So to God above and within—
We make our vow and we sing our song
They shall not win, they shall not win.
It rises over the shriek of shell,
And over the cannons’ din:
Our slogan shall scatter the hosts of Hell—
They shall not win, they shall not win.
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