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Here’s your uniform now, son

Here’s your boots and here’s your gun

Here’s your bonus and the form for next of kin

Soldiers always pine

For the sweethearts left behind

Will I live to see my darling one again?

Aura Lee, my Aura Lee

She’s seventeen years young

But the boys from Baltimore

Go off marching to the war

With the ghost of Abe Lincoln

From the shores of Tripoli

To Japan and Germany

Well, they send the faithful forward to the foe

Ours is not to question why

Ours is but to do and die

And to leave behind an American widow

Clementine, my Clementine

I’ll be home before too long

We’ll be waving old glory

While we’re marching to the sea

With the ghost of Abe Lincoln

They steal and lie with a patriot’s cry

My country, right or wrong

But the price of the truth

Is the flower of their youth

And they sing that drinking song

Well, they talk about the lord

And his terrible swift sword

All the boys are singing Glory Hallelu

And they watch the morning sun

Waiting for the hell to come

Before the battle I was thinking most of you

Mother dear, my mother dear

God knows and loves his sons

Will they say that we were brave

When we’re lying in the grave

With the ghost of Abe Lincoln

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