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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Our friends on earth will tell That we were true-blue soldiers, And have done our hitch in hell.
When the final taps are sounded And we lay aside life's cares j When we do the last parade, boys, Upon the golden stairs j When the angels bid us welcome, And with the harps begin to playj ?Tis then we'll hear the bugle calling To that great and happy day. Then St. Peter '11 tell the angels How we charged and how we fellj "Give a front seat to Third Wyoming, For they've done their hitch in hell."
IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHERE THE PRIVATES ARE *
"There is a lot more truth in this song than one is likely to suspect, official reports of Army Operations to the contrary notwithstanding."
* Reprinted by permission of the copyright owners from Songs My Mother Never Taught Me, by John J. "Jack" Niles, Douglas S. "Doug" Moore, and A. A. "Wally" Wallgren, published and copyrighted 1929 by The Macaulay Company.
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