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MARCHING

Marching, marching,
On the old-time track;
Soldier song upon my lip,
Haversack upon my hip,
Pack upon my back;
Linton on my left hand,
On my right side Jack—
Marching, marching,
Steel swung at my thigh,
Marching, marching,
Who so gay as I?
(Left, left!)

Marching, marching,
On the same old track;
Sorrow gnawing at my heart,
Mem'ry piercing like a dart,
Care perched on my back;
Linton on my left hand—
But, alas poor Jack!
Marching, marching,
Quietly does he lie,
Marching, marching,
Who so sad as I?
(Left, left—LEFT!)

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