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MY BOY IS COMING FROM THE WAR |
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My boy is coming from 'the war,
I've waited for him long, I miss the music of his laugh,
His light and happy song; But now I'll clasp him in my arms
And ever by my side, He'll linger while my life glides on
To "quiet eventide. |
3 My boy is coming from the war
The mother fondly said, While on the gory battle plain
Her boy was lying dead! His comrades came with lightsome steps
And sound of martial drum, But now that Mother sadly waits
For one who'll never come! |
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