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WORK-A-DAY WARRIORS
"A little for the stomach's sake"—
That's good enough for me,
To fortify my fainting frame—
I'll give you gospel for the same,
See Tim. v. 23.
That's good enough for me,
To fortify my fainting frame—
I'll give you gospel for the same,
See Tim. v. 23.
When we return from this 'ere war
To mothers and to wives,
No rum we'll need,
And then we'll lead
Sober and godly lives.
But while we're fighting in the mud,
I begs to hope that we
Will get our little tot o' rum—
(My feet is froze, my hands is numb,
Thank Gawd! I see the Sargeant come!)—
Each morning just at three!
To mothers and to wives,
No rum we'll need,
And then we'll lead
Sober and godly lives.
But while we're fighting in the mud,
I begs to hope that we
Will get our little tot o' rum—
(My feet is froze, my hands is numb,
Thank Gawd! I see the Sargeant come!)—
Each morning just at three!
