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I'm writing this down in a trench mon |
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Don't scold if it isn't so neat |
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The way that you did, when I was a kid |
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When I'd come home with mud on my feet |
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The captain just gave us our orders |
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And mom we must carry them through |
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I'll finish this letter the first chance I get |
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But for now I'll just say I love you |
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Then the mothers old hands began to tremble |
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And she fought back the tears in her eyes |
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But they came unashamed,for there was no blame |
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And she knew that her soldier had died |
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Then the mother knelt down by her bedside |
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And she prayed Lord above hear my plea |
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Please protect all the boys who are fighting tonight |
