The Soldier

March marching on
Stomping on fresh soaked ground
To the drummer boy's beat
Ba bada bum bada bum
Knuckles grip the rifle
So hard they're white
The cold hard wood creaks
Ba bada bum bada bum
Slashing the bayonet furiously
Red fountain sprays
One soldier left
Ba bada bum bada bum
The muzzles flash
Cannons bang
The homesick boy cries out in pain
Ba bada bum bada bum
A soldier dead
Too young to know
His bones in a ditch
The battle moves on

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