If brothers lost brothers in brutal, hot battle,
exchanging a lifetime for mine,
If bodies were battered, and tortured and shattered
defending our blessed design,
Then what would it be—what peril, what price
shall I be excused to withhold?
And how shall I gather the courage to follow
an order to fight, if I’m told?
If thousands of soldiers could tender their bodies
in trade for a future for me,
If mother’s souls ached at the loss of their sons,
so mine could be sheltered and free,
Then who would it be—which daughter, which son
would I then be willing to give,
So ten generations of some father’s daughter
or some mother’s son might live?