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A REBEL FLAG OF TRUCE.
From the kisses of love; from the face of the sun!
Oh, the silence they keep while we dig their last bed!
Lay them in, one by one:
So we bury our dead.
Oh, the silence they keep while we dig their last bed!
Lay them in, one by one:
So we bury our dead.
Fast we bury our dead:
All too scanty the time, let us work as we may,
For the foe burns for strife and our ranks are at bay:
O'er the graves we are digging what legions will tread—
Swift, and eager to slay,
Though we bury our dead.
All too scanty the time, let us work as we may,
For the foe burns for strife and our ranks are at bay:
O'er the graves we are digging what legions will tread—
Swift, and eager to slay,
Though we bury our dead.
See, we bury our dead!
Oh they fought as the young and the dauntless will fight,
Who fancy their war is a war for the right!
Right or wrong, it was precious—this blood they have shed:
Surely God will requite,
And we bury our dead.
Oh they fought as the young and the dauntless will fight,
Who fancy their war is a war for the right!
Right or wrong, it was precious—this blood they have shed:
Surely God will requite,
And we bury our dead.
Yes, we bury our dead.
If they erred as they fought, will He charge them with blame,
If they erred as they fought, will He charge them with blame,
