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They call us babes in armsBut we are babes in armor.They laugh at babes in armsBut we'll be laughing far more.On city street and farmsThey'll hear a rising was cry.Youth will arrive,Let them know you are alive,Make it your cry!They call us babes in armsThey think they must direct us.But if we're babes in armsWe'll make them all respect us.Why have we got our arms,What have we got our sight for?Play day is done,We have a place in the sunWe must fight for.So babes in arms to arms! From Letras Mania