Marching, marching, On the old-time track; Soldier song upon my lip, Haversack upon my hip, Pack upon my back; Linton on my left hand, On my right side Jack – Marching, marching, Steel swung at my thigh, Who so gay as I?
Marching, marching On the same old track; Sorrow gnawing at my heart, Mem’ry piercing like a dart, Care perched on my back; Linton on my left hand – But, alas! poor Jack! Marching, marching, Quietly does he lie, Marching, marching, Who so sad as I?
Joe Lee France 1915
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