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SONG OF TEE SOLDIER. 55
To arms ! — fall into line and give The foe a freeman's greeting. We march, etc.
If we fall on the battle-field,
Friends, let there be no sighing;
There is in all the universe No better place for dying ! We march, etc.
A few years more, a few years less,
What matters it, my brother ? Our duty done — we '11 fearless pass
From this world to the other. We march, etc.
This thought shall sweeten life's last hour —
Our Heavenly Father sees us ; Die humbly for the human race,
As once died holy Jesus. We march, etc.
But see! red shot and hissing shell
The Southern skies illuming ! And hark ! the Northern answer, in
The cannon's sullen booming! We march, etc.