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Ay me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron!
Ay me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron!
"Why me?" That is the soldier's first question, asked each morning as the patrols go out and each evening as read more
"Why me?" That is the soldier's first question, asked each morning as the patrols go out and each evening as the night settles around the foxholes.
See! There is Jackson standing like a stone wall.
See! There is Jackson standing like a stone wall.
Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives
Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives
Back of the boy is Wilson,
Pledge of his high degree,
Back of the boy is Lincoln,
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Back of the boy is Wilson,
Pledge of his high degree,
Back of the boy is Lincoln,
Lincoln and Grant and Lee;
Back of the boy is Jackson,
Jackson and Tippecanoe,
Back of each son is Washington,
And the old red, white and blue!
Terrible he rode alone,
With his yemen sword for aid;
Ornament it carried none
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Terrible he rode alone,
With his yemen sword for aid;
Ornament it carried none
But the notches on the blade.
I have seen men march to the wars, and then
I have watched their homeward tread,
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I have seen men march to the wars, and then
I have watched their homeward tread,
And they brought back bodies of living men,
But their eyes were fold and dead.
So, Buddy no matter what else the fame,
No matter what else the prize,
I want you to come back thru The Flame
With the boy-look still in your eyes!
You led our sons across the haunted flood,
Into the Canaan of their high desire--
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You led our sons across the haunted flood,
Into the Canaan of their high desire--
No milk and honey there, but tears and blood
Flowed where the hosts of evil trod in fire,
And left a worse than desert where they passed.
His breast with wounds unnumber'd riven,
His back to earth, his face to heaven.
His breast with wounds unnumber'd riven,
His back to earth, his face to heaven.
