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96. THE BORDERLAND MOON
The bright moon is above the Peak of Heaven
In the far cloud-sea of Tartary.
In the far cloud-sea of Tartary.
The wind sweeps on for ten thousand miles
And blows over the Pass of the Jewel Gate.
And blows over the Pass of the Jewel Gate.
The imperial army marches down the Po-tung road
While the barbarian foe pries the Bay of Chin-hai.
While the barbarian foe pries the Bay of Chin-hai.
The warriors watch the skies of the borderland,
And many faces are sad with thoughts of home.
And many faces are sad with thoughts of home.
Never yet from the battlefield
A man was seen returning—alas!
A man was seen returning—alas!
To-night at the high house, where she is waiting,
There is sighing and moaning without ceasing.
There is sighing and moaning without ceasing.
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