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Rh It matters not where some may live;

If my dear son his life must give,

Hosannas I will sing for him,

E'en though my eyes with tears be dim.

And when the war is over, when

His gallant comrades come again,

I'll cheer them as they're marching by,

Rejoicing that they did not die.

And when his vacant place I see

My heart will bound with joy that he

Was mine so long—my fair young son—

And cheer for him whose work is done.

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