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98 OUT YONDER
But the young adventure burning gives him
never time for yearning, And the natal flame of roving gleams like
lightning in his eyes.
What awaits you, boy, out yonder, where the
great guns rip and thunder ? There's a menace in their message—guns that
called you from afar. But where'er your fortunes guide you may no
woe or ill betide you— Heaven speed you, little soldier, gaily going to
the war. |
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