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Show THE LAST DRIVE ....By BAD LANDS POET i The fourteenth day of last July, TTlie last drive of the Huns, They met in deadly combat With Division Ninety-one They came forward madly slashing But the Yanks checked their advance t They met a new sword flashing On the battle fields of France. They fought with desperation The Yankee lines to break They'd woke up the wrong nation, They discovered their mistake, They poured in reinforcements, Their shattered lines to fill But found they could not hold again! The sword of Bunker Hill. When the Yankees saw them waver, They ew at those maddened Huns And with the gun and sabre Soon had them on the run They drove them from the trenches , Where bullets flew like hail, And everywhere the Dutchmen .went, The Yank was on his trail. They met their deadly gasses They felt their shells explode They drove their German masses From their underground abode. They drove them out of Verdun And cleared them from Milhiel And when they captured Sedan The German leaders squealed. The brutal beast of Berlin Has surely ceased to reign, He's languishing in Holland He will never rule again. He spread bjs wreck and ruin Out over land and sea, Revolution is a brewing now All over Germany. 1'fTat famous Yankee army Who broke the Prussian line Are doing police duty Keeping watch upon the Rhine, They may be home in April If circumstances clears, If they don't come by November They may not come in years. They say the war is ended, But I will tell you this You need not feel offended It may not be amiss. If you don't find the peace you seek. Yau need not be alarmed The world has never yet had peace With ten million under arms. Bad Lands Poet, Vernal, Utah. i . |