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III. Hymn to Mars.

Air: "Landn of Hope and Glory".

Great god of dope, [unclear: tl] wars we'll crown
with one that's mightier yet!
On brows all ripe for mowing down,
Once more thy seal is set.
Thy jungle laws, by effort gained,
Have helped us well and long.
By effort gained, by cash maintained
Our armaments are strong.

Lord of dope and story, Smotherer of the free,
How shall we extol thee, who have shares in thee?
Higher still and higher, may our profits get!
Thou hast made them mighty, make them mightier yet!

Chorus.
Lord of guns and glory, bomb-bestowing Mars,
Rain them on our foemen, blow them to the stars!
To thy grand destruction may no bounds be set!
Thou who slaughterest millions, a daughter millions yet!

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