The Soldier |
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The Soldier
The soldier is a splendid man
When marching on parade;
And when he meets the enemy
He never is afraid.
And when he fires his musket off
He loads it up again;
And when he charges on the foe
Resistance is in vain.
The soldier is a fearless man
When he to war does go;
He faces guns and never runs
Unless `tis at the foe.
And when he marches home again
He`s called a hero bold.
And many very wondrous tales
Are by the soldier told.
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