Some of John Bull's sons have borne a white feather with shame
But the spawn of Uncle Sam have no such symbol of acclaim
When no laud for valor saves those who their duties do
From temper tantrums from on high, screamed out to their rue.
Small wonder, then, that many, looking on, will turn away,
Knowing that no good will come from deciding to stay.
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