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How long will they be in our town
Will they be staying overnight
And will they try and take us down
Will all our men take up the fight
I watched them enter, made no sound
Was breathing quiet as a mouse
I ran up to the burial mound
And saw them stop outside our house
The din they made upon our door
Before you could get up they broke
A window, knocked you to the floor
With batons made from polished oak
The trial was short and hurt me
A deserter from your army life
The general was amused to see
The faces of the child and wife
I kept a diary every day
That you were kept away from me
And when one year had passed away
I threw your clothes into the sea
And watched them sail away, away
The other shore would call them home
I sometimes see you when I pray
With clothes of grey bedecked by foam
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