GIRLS, we love you, and love Asks you to give again That which draws it above, Beautiful, without stain. Give us weariless faith In our Cause pure, pa**ionate, Dearer than life and d**h, Dear as the love that's it! Give to the man who turns Traitrous hands or forlorn Back from the plough that burns, Give him pitiless scorn! Let him know that no wife Would bear him a fearless child To hate and loathe the life Of a leprous father defiled. Girls, we love you, and love Asks you to give again That which draws it above, Beautiful, without stain!