Zalson
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On the idle hill of summer, Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer Drumming like a noise in dreams
Far and near and low and louder On the roads of earth go by,
[...] Soldiers marching, all to die.
East and west on fields forgotten Bleach the bones of comrades slain,
Lovely lads and dead and rotten; None that go return again.
Far the calling bugles hollo, High the screaming fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow: Woman bore me, I will rise.
Far I hear the steady drummer Drumming like a noise in dreams
Far and near and low and louder On the roads of earth go by,
[...] Soldiers marching, all to die.
East and west on fields forgotten Bleach the bones of comrades slain,
Lovely lads and dead and rotten; None that go return again.
Far the calling bugles hollo, High the screaming fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow: Woman bore me, I will rise.