Oh, the sight entrancing
When morning's beam is glancing
O'er files arrayed
With helm and blade
And plumes in the gay wind dancing!
When hearts are all high beating
And the trumpet's voice repeating
That song whose breath
May lead to death
But never to retreating!
Oh, the sight entrancing
When morning's beam is glancing
O'er files arrayed
With helm and blade
And plumes in the gay wind dancing!
When morning's beam is glancing
O'er files arrayed
With helm and blade
And plumes in the gay wind dancing!
When hearts are all high beating
And the trumpet's voice repeating
That song whose breath
May lead to death
But never to retreating!
Oh, the sight entrancing
When morning's beam is glancing
O'er files arrayed
With helm and blade
And plumes in the gay wind dancing!
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