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I return to the fields of glory, Where the green grasses and flowers grow, And the wind softly tells the story, Of the brave lads of long ago. |
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Chorus: March no more, my soldier laddie, There is peace where there once was war, Sleep in peace, my soldier laddie, Sleep in peace, now the battle's o'er. |
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In the great glen they lay a sleeping, Where the cool waters gently flow, And the grey mist is sadly weeping, For those those brave lads of long ago. |
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See the tall grass is there awaiting, As their banners of long ago, With their heads high, forward threading, Marching lightly to meet the foe. |
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Some returned from the fields of glory, To their loved one who held them dear, But some fell in that hour of glory, And were left to their resting here. |
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