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Show Rippling j Rhymes ! By WALT MASON. IL. HALCYON DAYS, The happy days of war are gone, and peace's frightfulness is here, when we assemble on the lawn, and cuss the ding-donged profiteer, in war we struck for noble things, to undermine the tyrant's sway, to overturn the thrones of kings, and' now we strike for higher pay In war we loathed ihe foreign foe, and chased him on blfl cheap John store, and now, alas, as all men know, we loathe the man who lic a next door In war we al' united were, we had one purpose and one end. ' but now we fill the air with fur. the I fur ol neighbor and of friend. I look I back on the days of war, that buterl war of four long years, and wonder what we stopped it for, to usher In the profiteers. Far better on the field to I die, with fame and glory as your bd. than starve for lack of coin to buy your share of angei cake .nd bread Far better meet a stalwart loe and perish per-ish where our banner flies, than have1 a hoarder lay you low, with tricks n) soldier would despise. We clamored for the boon of peace throughout the long and bloody fray, and now we yell for the polled to take the blamed old boon away. |