Here's to the men Who lived at the Yale These sad ...

Here's to the men
Who lived at the Yale
These sad sweet souls
Each had their own tale

Of lives lived in youth
In the Great Depression
Memories of hunger
And political repression

So off they all marched
To the second World War
Returning with scars
Too deep to ignore

They turned to the bottle
And drowned in their sorrow
Spending alcoholic nights
With no thought of the morrow

Lost and forgotten by
Family and friends
With only faint memories of
Who they'd once been

But all of God's angels
Never lost sight
Of all those brave souls
Who fought the good fight

And now they are home
In the Light from above
They've finally found peace
In God's Perfect Love

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