ocked-hat on his haughty young head. Then follows the sergeant. Im really afraid This army is all of officers made, But one little private, who, gun on his arm, Looks ready to fly at the faintest alarm. OUR ABMY. Freddy, the flag-bearer, follows in haste, A gay silken scarf knotted tight round his… … -ltigi# Shoulder arms ! shoutsthe general. On,men, to the fight!If our blood should be spilt, it will be in the right!Hip, hooray! cry the soldiers; we march to the fray!And with drum loudly rolling go tramping away. God bless our brave army ! I say ; every one, —From the handsome young general to…
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