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I want to be a Soldier! A Soldier! A Soldier! I want to be a Soldier, with a sabre in my hand Or a little carbine rifle, or a musket on my shoulder, Or just a snare-drum, snarling in the middle of the band; I want to hear, high overhead, The Old Flag flap her wings While all the Army, following, in chorus cheers and sings; I want to hear the tramp and jar Of patriots a million, As gayly dancing off to war As dancing a cotillion. _I want to be a Soldier!_ _A Soldier!_ _A Soldier!_ _I want to be a Soldier, with a sabre in my hand_ _Or a little carbine rifle, or a musket on my shoulder_, _Or just a snare-drum, snarling in the middle of the band_. I want to see the battle! The battle! The battle! I want to see the battle, and be in it to the end; I want to hear the cannon clear their throats and catch the prattle Of all the pretty compliments the enemy can send! And then I know my wits will go, and where I _should'nt_ be Well, there's the spot, in any fight, that you may search for me. So, when our foes have had their fill, Though I'm among the dying, To see The Old Flag flying still, I'll laugh to leave her flying! _I want to be a Soldier!_ _A Soldier!_ _A Soldier!_ _I want to be a Soldier, with a sabre in my hand_ _Or a little carbine rifle, or a musket on my shoulder_, _Or just a snare-drum, snarling in the middle of the band_. James Whitcomb Riley poemhunter.com/poem/the-boy-patriot/ Рекомендуем James Whitcomb Riley - The Boy Patriot посмотреть онлайн видео бесплатно и без регистрации!