| A little boy tugged gently
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| At a soldier’s khaki sleeve.
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| He says, «Forgive me, mister;
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| But you’ve been across I believe.
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| I see the purple heart you wear
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| That tells what you’ve been through.
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| Perhaps you know my daddy, sir;
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| 'Cause he’s a soldier, too.
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| Did you see my daddy, mister soldier,
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| When you were fighting over there?
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| I thought perhaps by chance
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| You met him there in France,
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| Or somewhere over there
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| Across the sea.
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| It’s been so long since daddy went away.
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| My mommy longs for him both night and day.
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| I know 'twould make her glad
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| If you had seen my dad.
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| Did you see my daddy over there?
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| The soldier’s eyes grew misty
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| As he watched the boy’s face,
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| For it recalled a memory
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| That time can not erase;
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| A buddy lost in action,
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| The best pal he ever had.
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| Till death he carried o’er his heart
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| A picture of this lad.
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| Did you see my daddy, mister soldier,
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| When you were fighting over there?
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| I thought perhaps by chance
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| You met him there in France,
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| Or somewhere over there across the sea.
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| It’s been so long since daddy went away.
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| My mommy longs for him both night and day.
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| I know 'twould make her glad
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| If you had seen my dad.
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| Did you see my daddy over there? |