The March o’ Man
Down to work o’ mornings, an’ back to home at
nights,
Down to hours o’ labor, an’ home to sweet
delights ;
Down to care an’ trouble, an’ home to love an’
rest,
With every day a good one, an’ every evening
blest.
Down to dreary dollars, an’ back to home to play,
From love to work an’ back to love, so slips the
day away.
From babies back to business an 3 back to babes
again,
From parting kiss to welcome kiss, this marks
the march o’ men.
Some care between our laughter, a few hours
filled with strife,
A time to stand on duty, then home to babes
and wife;
The bugle sounds o’ mornings to call us to the
fray,
But sweet an’ low ’tis love that calls us home at
close o’ day.
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