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BOYS! KEEP YOUR POWDER DRY.
Can'st tell who lose the battle, oft in the council-field ? Not they who struggle bravely, not they who never yield.
Chorus.—Not they who are determined to conquer or to die, And hearken to this caution: Boys, keep your powder dry !
The foe awaits you yonder! he may await you here, Have brave hearts, stand with courage; be strangers all to
fear! And when the charge is given, be ready at the cry: X.ook well each to his priming—Boys, keep your powder dry !
Does a lov'd one home await you, who wept to see you go, When with a kiss imprinted, you left with sacred vow— You'd come again when warfare and arms are all laid by, To take her to your bosom ?—Boys, keep your powder dry !
Does a father home await you ? a sister whom you love ? A mother who has reared you, and pray'd to Him above— " Protect my boy, preserve him, and when the battle's
done, Send to his weeping mother, bereft, her darling son!"