I’d meant before to come, for sure,
But that was jest a clincher;
I never was a soldier, yit,
But might be at a pinch, sir.
I’ll try—and if my lamp goes out
Afore their shot and brag, sir,
Jest tell Jerusha how I died
A fightin’ for the flag, sir.
Three Cheers for Our Banner.
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