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Show Nclsc Miles. Nelse Miles is gone, that soldier man Who is both brave and bold. He always wears a uniform All buttoned up with gold. His eye is stern; his voice is clear; He often wears a smile; He always wears his pantaloons In quite the proper style. He always was a soldier fierce, And used to war's alarms; His photographs most always show The gold lace on his arms. He stood serenely by his guns When Eagan had him gaffed; He never lost the gallant smile He wears when photographed. He's going to the Philippines Upon a quiet trip. His uniform is buttoned up So, also, is his lip. His route is mapped each stop has been With due precision planned. He may be reached by every mail That brings a reprimand. Baltimore American. |