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When ’Omer smote ’is bloomin’ lyre,
When Earth’s last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it—lie down for an eon or two, Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew.
When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail, Lie down till the leaders have spoken—it may be fair words shall prevail.
When you get to a man in the case,
When you’re wounded and left on
When you’re wounded and left on Afghanistan’s plains, And the women come out to cut up what remains, Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains An’ go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Who hath desired the sea?—the sight of salt water unbounded.
Yes, makin’ mock o’ uniforms that guard you while you sleep
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