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MARCHING TO CANDAHAR |
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Marching and marching,
For weeks and weeks, o'er moors and peaks; Marching and outmarching
Ten thousand grand old Greeks ; Till Xenophon's harangues Of stades and parasangs,
By all the powers, this march of ours To Banagher it bangs. |
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Marching and marching,
So swift and far by sun and star! Oh, marching and marching
Away for Candahar. They say she's sore beset, But through the Afghan net
We boys will break, and no mistake, And save the city yet. |
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H. 480* |
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