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Let me make the songs for the people，

We Songs for the old and young；

Songs to stir like a battle-cry

Wherever they are sung.

Not for the clashing of sabres，

For carnage nor for strife；

But songs to thrill the hearts of men

With more abundant life.

With more abundant life.

Let me make the songs for the children，

Before their footsteps stray，

Sweet anthems of love and duty，

To float o'er life's highway.

Our world， so worn and weary，

Needs music， pure and strong，

To hush the jangle and discords

Of sorrow， pain， and wrong.

Of sorrow， pain， and wrong.

Let me make the songs for the weary，

Amid life' sfe var and fret，

Till hearts shall rax their tension，

And care worn brows forget.

Where there shall be soon to no night.

Till war and crym shall cea se；

And the heart sof men grown tender

and the God le the world with peace.

Let me make the songs for the people，

We Songs for the old and young；

Songs to stir like a battle-cry

Wherever they are sung.

Not for the clashing of sabres，

For carnage nor for strife；

But songs to thrill the hearts of men

With more abundant life.

But songs to thrill the hearts of men

With more abundant life.