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In the distance I heard a sound, |
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The sound of marching men; |
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I turned my head to view |
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The drum boy, the bugle boy, and then; |
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Harlem soldiers on the move, |
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See them marching in the groove, |
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Uncle Sam is mighty proud |
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Of Harlem on parade. |
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With a smile they all perform |
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In a full drape uniform; |
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Everybody's here to cheer |
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For Harlem on parade. |
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When you hear the bugle blow, |
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That's the time you're bound to know |
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That the man behind the horn |
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Is as handy with a gun |
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When there's fighting to be done! |
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Every heart within the crowd |
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Beats it out with head unbowed, |
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Uncle Sam is mighty proud |
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Of Harlem on parade. |
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When you hear the bugle blow, |
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That's the time you're bound to know |
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That the man behind the horn |
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Is as handy with a gun |
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When there's fighting to be done! |
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Every heart within the crowd |
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Beats it out with head unbowed, |
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Uncle Sam is mighty proud |
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Of Harlem on parade. |
