THE NEW ARMY
Reading edition
Who are those soldiers
Who go marching down?
They’re the young fellows
Of your old home town.
The butcher’s son, the baker’s,
His Honor’s lad, too;
The old casual mixture
Of Gentile and Jew.
Don’t they march manly!
Ay, they step light;
And soon by the papers
Ye’ll see they can fight!
R. R. Kirk, S.S.U.
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