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THE FIFES AND DRUMS.
Sudden in the grey day
Feet of the marching men,
Music gallant and gay,
Bring the great days again.
Feet of the marching men,
Music gallant and gay,
Bring the great days again.
Rose in the rainy gleams
Joy of the drums, the fife,
Days when we dreamt great dreams.
The dead are coming to life.
Joy of the drums, the fife,
Days when we dreamt great dreams.
The dead are coming to life.
Feet of the marching men
Ringing in the dull street
The old dream coming again,
The joy and the lilt of it.
Ringing in the dull street
The old dream coming again,
The joy and the lilt of it.
Life goes with a swing
To the feet of the marching men,
The heart is sudden a-wing,
As the music goes in the rain.
To the feet of the marching men,
The heart is sudden a-wing,
As the music goes in the rain.
We are strong we are glad, we are fain,
And the dawn's crowned as a King,
The old glamour again
And the old hope at the Spring.
And the dawn's crowned as a King,
The old glamour again
And the old hope at the Spring.
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The tread of the marching men,
Passes; the music dies.
Life drags at a chain
Hope and faith are as lies.
Passes; the music dies.
Life drags at a chain
Hope and faith are as lies.
Never, never again great dreams
Shall we dream as of old,
Let be! The dreams were in vain,
The days drenched and a-cold.
Shall we dream as of old,
Let be! The dreams were in vain,
The days drenched and a-cold.
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