| 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 |