| On a sunny April morning
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| My dear son, you were born
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| Until one day you were called away
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| And from my heart was torn
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| As a boy, you knew the stables
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| As a lad, you knew the fields
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| My son, you worked beside me
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| But to country, you must yield
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| You were called to serve the country
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| You were called to serve the king
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| And from our home, you left one day
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| And of this, today I sing
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| When I stood there at the station
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| And our eyes, one last time met
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| It was at that moment, my dear son
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| 'Tis that I’ll ne’er forget
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| Is it now a mother’s blessing
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| That the country’s truly free?
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| You gave your life for all of us
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| And all humanity
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| As I stand here at your graveside
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| The spring birds sing their song
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| My child, I love you more and more
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| And will my whole life long
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| You were called to serve the country
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| You were called to serve the king
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| And from our home, you left one day
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| And of this, today we sing |