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In the piping times of peace, when the fools said war must, cease, And anyway could not reach us again, Through our country here and there men still gathered to prepare And dull themselves to sterner regimen. regi-men. They were The guard; the national guard! Tin soldier boys parading; just the guard. When they marched by with a band sometimes they'd get a hand; But otherwise why bother 'bout tho guard ? They were farmer boys and clerks, trainmen everything but shirks, And they met and drilled as often as they could, For they knew when trouble camo they'd be called to play the game And give their lives for our foolhardl- hood. They were The guard! Our neighbors doing duty as our guard I While we blabbered of our might they just got in trim to fight, So when our showdown came we'd have a guard. Thus they're going now for us, 'and you don't hear any fuss, Though they've wives and bablps home like yours and mine. They had no more call than you, except they chose to do And were ready to fight in the battle line. I So honor to The guaid! For trouble's come; we know it. They're our guard! Hell's loose upon the border! Mr. President, give the order! Right away! Quick! Men! We need 'em! Call the guard! Chicago Tribune. |