FIFE TUNE For Sixth Platoon, 308th I. T.C. One morning in spring we marched from Devizes all shapes and all sizes like beads on a string. But yet with a swing we trod the bluemetal and full of high fettle we started to sing. She ran down the stair a twelve-year-old darling and laughing and calling she tossed her bright hair; then silent to stare at the men flowing past her-- they were all she could master adoring her there. Its seldom Ill see a sweeter or prettier; I doubt well forget her in two years or three, and lucky hell be she takes for a lover while we are far over the treacherous sea. --John Manifold
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