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OUR CAMP.
Comrades, are we as brethren in one camp,
Which like a family is of our fellow soldiers,
And who commands a father to us all.
Which like a family is of our fellow soldiers,
And who commands a father to us all.
Pleasant, pitched in the field, in hostile soil,
The common canvas is which shelters soldiers,
Wherein, in aught brief daily pause of arms,
We rest, we eat, sing, discourse of this war,
Furbish our weapons, and who mend their cloth.
The common canvas is which shelters soldiers,
Wherein, in aught brief daily pause of arms,
We rest, we eat, sing, discourse of this war,
Furbish our weapons, and who mend their cloth.
Honour to him who the Queen's tunic wears!
Keep the Queen's weapons bright! your bodies pure,
Honest, in health and, as becometh soldiers,
To a manly cheerfulness your minds composed,
Britons wont other men in fortitude
Excel by sea, by land, in life, in death.
Keep the Queen's weapons bright! your bodies pure,
Honest, in health and, as becometh soldiers,
To a manly cheerfulness your minds composed,
Britons wont other men in fortitude
Excel by sea, by land, in life, in death.
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Valiant young men ye daily in the field,
Win glory to this Nation by stout deeds!
Nor less found generous England's simple soldiers,
And gentle always of their martial hands,
To an hurt foe and who surrenders arms:
They share with them their water and their bread.
Win glory to this Nation by stout deeds!
Nor less found generous England's simple soldiers,
And gentle always of their martial hands,
To an hurt foe and who surrenders arms:
They share with them their water and their bread.
Those whom we left at home send after gifts,
Whereby we know that follow us their hearts.
Whereby we know that follow us their hearts.
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