| The smoke was slowly rising as the light began to fade
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| There were fires on the skyline from some distant border raid
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| And I was riding out at seventeen to join my first brigade
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| Many years ago
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| And I chanced upon a farmhouse where the woman took me in
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| She gave me food and wine, she gave me shelter from the wind
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| She delayed me from my regiment, and service of my king
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| Many years ago
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| She said
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| «Soldier, before I lose you to the fight
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| Oh my soldier, I’ll make a man of you tonight»
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| She took me over
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| In the fading fire-glow
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| On that wild and misty night she was my woman
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| And when I rose next morning I was gone before she stirred
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| I tore myself away from there and left without a word
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| The sound of distant infantry was the only thing I heared
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| On that morning
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| And in that day I aged ten years and died a thousand deaths
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| I learned the feel of frozen steel and fear within my breast
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| But the lesson I’ll remember till they lay me to my rest
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| Keeps returning
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| Soldier, before I lose you to the fight
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| Oh my soldier, I’ll make a man of you tonight
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| She took me over
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| In the fading fire-glow
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| On that wild and misty night she was my woman
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| And when the dice of war were thrown and victory was won
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| My drunken young compatriots went out to have their fun
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| And there was no single house they did not burn or over-run
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| On that evening
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| So I rode out to that place again as hard as I could ride
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| But I found her by the trail along the lonely mountainside
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| In the hands of those brave friends of mine she suffered and she died
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| Many years ago
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| Soldier, before I lose you to the fight
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| Oh my soldier, I’ll make a man of you tonight
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| She took me over
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| In the fading fire-glow
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| On that wild and misty night she was my woman |