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作曲 : George F. Root |
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Heavily falls the rain |
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Wild are the breezes tonight |
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But 'neath the roof, the hours as they fly |
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Are happy and calm and bright |
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Gathering round our fireside |
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Tho' it be summer time |
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We sit and talk of brothers abroad |
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Forgetting the midnight chime |
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Brave boys are they |
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Gone at their country's call |
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And yet, and yet we cannot forget |
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That many brave boys must fall |
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Under the homestead roof |
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Nestled so cozy and warm |
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While soldiers sleep, with little or naught |
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To shelter them from the storm |
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Resting on grassy couches |
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Pillow'd on hillocks damp |
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Of martial fare, how little we know, |
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Till brothers are in the camp |
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Brave boys are they |
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Gone at their country's call |
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And yet, and yet we cannot forget |
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That many brave boys must fall |
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Thinking no less of them, |
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Loving our country the more |
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We sent them forth to fight for the flag |
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Their fathers before them bore |
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Though the great tear drops started |
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This was our parting trust |
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God bless you, boys! we'll welcome you home |
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When rebels are in the dust |
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Brave boys are they |
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Gone at their country's call |
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And yet, and yet we cannot forget |
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That many brave boys must fall |
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May the bright wings of love |
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Guard them wherever they roam |
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The time has come when brothers must fight |
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And sisters must pray at home |
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Oh! The dread field of battle |
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Soon to be strewn with graves |
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If brothers fall, then bury them where |
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Our banner in triumph waves |
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Brave boys are they |
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Gone at their country's call |
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And yet, and yet we cannot forget |
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That many brave boys must fall |
