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More Songs by the Fighting Men If England calls this day—

The rose-clad days of June,

That fled by all too soon,

Shall be with me again

In Memory—and when

The daylight sudden closes,

The perfume of June Roses

Shall waft me hence.

If England calls this day—

From those far Hills of Home,

Beyond the sky's dim dome—

Shall merge Valkyries fair,

Swift riding thro' the air—

Who know I shall be there,

Treading the rose-strewn stair

To that New Land.

If England calls this day—

In the Valkyrie's touch

Shall be forgotten much:

Her flying, perfumed hair

Shall speak of Roses rare—

And climbing thro' the breeze,

Remembered melodies

Shall call me Home.

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