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OME!

Says the drum;

Though graves be hollow,

Yet follow, follow:

Come!

Says the drum.

Life!

Shrills the fife,

Is in strife—

Leave love and wife:

Come!

Says the drum.

Ripe!

Screams the pipe,

Is the field—

Swords and not sickles wield:

Come!

Says the drum.

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