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Rh I've seen them dyed a deeper hue

Than ever nature gave,

Shell-torn from slopes on which they grew

To cover many a grave.

Bright blossoms fair by nature set

Along the dusty ways,

You cheered us, in the battle's fret,

Thro' long and weary days:

You gave us hope: if fate be kind,

We'll see that longed-for morn,

When home again we march and find

Red Poppies in the Corn. W. Campbell Galbraith

HORSE BATHING PARADE