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Show PEACE Tako down tho battored buglo And lot It speak again-Let again-Let tho drum's mad beat In tho sunlit street Keep tlmo for tho marching men. Unfurl tho tattored banner To wave ns onco of yoro O'er tho sieoplng head' Of tho soldlor dead Who shall look on its folds no ajoro. Take down tho battered buglo And sound tho old tlmo note-Let note-Let us listen still To tho mossago shrill That comes from its ancient throat. But tho red and rusted rlflo, Tho sword with the battlo scar, Shall leap not again To tho breasts of men-Lot men-Lot them hang whoro thoy nro, whoro thoy are! Douglas Malloch. |