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100 SOJVGS OF WAR AND PEACE
My son's a soldier 'cross the sea; His wife and baby, they're with me,
And blamed if I ain't thinkin' That wife and mother, sister too, Are worryin' the whole day through,
And that keeps me a-blinkin'.
They sigh and weep, and moan and pray, And look so anxious every day,
That in their pain and sadness I see how women suffer most Of all the mighty human host
That's lashed in war's red madness.
So, in it all, I'd rather be
A soldier at the front, you see,
Than just an old back number, Whose heart is tender, though it's old, And never can, 'midst grief, be cold,
Though cased in time-cracked lumber.
And now I'd like to hear the drums That beat when Johnnie Soldier comes
A' marchin' back from battle. As gray and limpy as I am, By hokey-poke and coffer-dam !
I'd make this old place rattle.