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Show r A Health to the Fighting Manf bu Wilbur D Nesblt Your Hag and. My Flag" A health to the fighting man 1 The man with a red glint in his eye A glint that glows to a tender gleam for the old flag in the sky. To the man who dares and the man who cares for the good old U.S.A. . Who bears the brunt in the battle front and hurries to the fray. A health to him our soldier grim with his faith that makes his might ; Who tunes his life to the shrilling fife and knows the way to fight! A health to the fighting man I The man all innocent of sham, Who pays the due of a loyal heart at the shrine of Uncle Sam; Who bears our load on the weary road that leads to a distant peace, And asks no halt till he finds the fault, and the roars of cannon cease ; May the throb and thrum of the rolling drum be promise to his ears Of the joyous day when he'll come away to hear a nation's cheers. A health to the fighting man 1 The man with impulse clean and clear To hold him right as a gallant knight without reproach or fear ; When the bugle sings and the bullet rings and the saber flashes bright, May he feel the aid of the prayers prayed to guard him in the fight; May good luck ride on either side and save him for the grasp Of the friendly hand in bis native land that's yearning for the clasp. (Copyright, 1917, by W. D. Nesblt) ' |