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SPOILS OF WAR 51
'Twas carried by a shepherd boy from somewhere South in France
Where grasses wave and poppy-flowers are red as blood is red.
I took the shepherd's sabre for the shepherd boy lay dead.
I'll take it back a souvenir to one across the foam
That's if the French authorities will let me take it home,
That's if our own authorities will give me leave for home !!! |
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