
时间:1998-01-01
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While upon the fields we're watching
With the enemy in view
Comrades brave are round me lying
Filled with thoughts of home and God
For well they know that on the morrow
Some will sleep beneath the sod
Farewell Mother you may never
Press me to your heart again
Heart again
But oh you'll not forget me Mother
If I'm numbered with the slain
With the slain
Hark I hear the bugels sounding