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THE RETURN 91
When a Jew's harp breaks the silence, Purring an old refrain, Singing the song of the soldier, " Here we are again ! "
Here we are! Here we are!
Oh! here we are again !
Some have gone west,
Best of the best,
Lying out in the rain,
Stiff as stones in the open,
Out of the doings for good. They'll never come back to advance or attack; But, God! don't we wish that they could ! |
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