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Rh And the soldier sheds tears
 * On the face of his foe.

And the drummer is dumb
 * In the sight of that woe.

Now when the hero lies silent in death,
 * The end having come

Shorn of its echoing glory, what saith
 * The dull muffled drum?


 * "Soldier sleep—
 * Drum—drum!
 * Soldier, rest—
 * Drum—drum!

In the breast of the earth whence we come, We come! All your toil
 * Is done,
 * And the fight
 * Is won.

Soldier, sleep—Soldier, rest!" says the drum,
 * "Drum—drum!"

And this is the song, as we march along. That the hollow drum sings to the gathering throng; With the rap, and the tap, and the rolling beat, With the sound on the ground of the tramp of feet,
 * Keeping step they come,
 * With the sounding drum,

With the rolling and the beating of the drum. I. E. Diekenga

THE BRAVEST BOY IN TOWN. He lived in the Cumberland Valley,
 * And his name was Jamie Brown;

But it changed one day, so the neighbors say,
 * To the "Bravest Boy in Town."