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ANCY, old woman, I want you ; Come to my side and spin : I can hear the reel of your whirring wheel More than the farm-yard din. I " must spin also," my mistress ? Wind you a soldier's yarn ? Tis a wondrous whirl of a life, my girl — Many a hole to darn. Many a field has been foughten More for the fight's own sake, Than for the vict'ry gained, or a flag unstained, Or for a cause at stake.