| Smoke was slowly rising as the night began to fade,
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| There were fires on the sky line from some distant born array,
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| I was riding out at 17 to join my first brigade,
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| Many years ago.
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| And I chanced upon a farm house 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 «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, in the fading fire glow,
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| On that wild and misty night she was my woman.
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| When I rose next morning I was gone before she stirred,
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| Tore myself away from there and left without a word,
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| Sound of distant infantry was the only thing I heard,
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| On that morning.
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| And in that day I aged 10 years and died a thousand deaths,
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| I learned the feel of frozen steal and fear within my breast,
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| But the lesson I remember 'til they laided me to my rest,
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| Keeps returning.
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| She said «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, 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 was 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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| And I rode out to that place again as hard as I could ride,
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| but I found her by the trail on the lonely mountain side,
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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, in the fading fire glow,
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| On that wild and misty night she was my woman. |