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In a wonderful world ’neath a wonderful sun;
He shall come to your arms with his victory won.

Soldierly

The glory of a soldier—and a soldier’s not a saint—
Is the way he does his duty without grumbling or complaint;
His work’s not always pleasant, but he does it rain or shine,
An’ he grabs a bit of glory when he’s fighting in the line;
But the lesson that he teaches every day to me an’ you
Is the way to do a duty that we do not like to do.

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