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LEARNING, LOVE, AND VICTORY.
I.
When the Parson woo'd me, thenI could never say “Amen!”
When the doctor,—what a pill!
His addresses made me ill!
When the Lawyer,—what a pest!
I was—“non inventus est!”
But oh! now the soldier comes,
With “presented arms” to me,
He may—“Hurrah”—“Victory!”
II.
What girl in the Parson's whineE'er discover'd aught divine?
When did the Physician's art
Cure the ague of the heart?
Or the Lawyer's habeas move
Suitors to the court of Love?
But when martial steeds are bounding,
And the war-like clarion sounding,
Who would not “ground arms” like me?
To the “Hurrah,” “Victory!”
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