BALLADS OF BATTLE
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Soldier, soldier, charging on the foe,
With your comrade's dying cry to urge you as you go.
With your comrade's dying cry to urge you as you go.
Soldier, soldier, stilly lying dead,
With a dum-dum bullet through your dunder head.
With a dum-dum bullet through your dunder head.
Soldier, soldier, with a smile of grace,
Breaking through the grime and grit on your blood-swept face.
Breaking through the grime and grit on your blood-swept face.
Soldier, soldier, sound will be your sleep,
You will never waken, though you hear her weep.
You will never waken, though you hear her weep.
Soldier, soldier———
How I love you!
How I love you!