| 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 |