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Dedication To T. A. I have made for you a song, And it may be right or wrong, But only you can tell me if it’s true; I have tried for to explain Both your pleasure and your pain, And, Thomas, here’s my best respects to you! O there’ll surely come a day When they’ll give you all your pay, And treat you as a Christian ought to do; So, until that day comes round, Heaven keep you safe and sound, And, Thomas, here’s my best respects to you! R. K. Danny Deever “What are the bugles blowin’ for?” said Files-on-Parade. “To turn you out, to turn you out”, the Colour–Sergeant said. “What makes you look so white, so white?” said Files-on-Parade. “I’m dreadin’ what I’ve got to watch”, the Colour–Sergeant said. For they’re hangin’ Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play, The regiment’s in ’ollow square — they’re hangin’ him today; They’ve taken of his buttons off an’ cut his stripes away, An’ they’re hangin’ Danny Deever in the mornin’. “What makes the rea . . .
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