. History and rhymes of the lost battalion . Rhymes of a Lost Battalion Doughboy TKots!. Oh! to get away from it all, Those war-ridden thots, that come, To blind forever those memories,And the sound of the bullets hum. To live once more, as I did before, In peace and quiet and rest;To just forget for a little while, That it took from my life the best. At night, when all is quiet, And Im lying alone in comes a vision of battlefields. The fight, the maimed and the dead. Will I never forget that hell Over There, And the tales the battlefields tell,Of the price my Buddies paid with their
. History and rhymes of the lost battalion . Rhymes of a Lost Battalion Doughboy TKots!. Oh! to get away from it all, Those war-ridden thots, that come, To blind forever those memories,And the sound of the bullets hum. To live once more, as I did before, In peace and quiet and rest;To just forget for a little while, That it took from my life the best. At night, when all is quiet, And Im lying alone in comes a vision of battlefields. The fight, the maimed and the dead. Will I never forget that hell Over There, And the tales the battlefields tell,Of the price my Buddies paid with their all, And the place in which they fell? And theres my two best BuddiesI can see them plain as can be, A layin Out There crumpled heaps,And seems like theyre calling to me. I can hear the big uns screech and scream,As they go flying oer my head, They seem to say, both night and day,Remember the dead—the dead. And sometimes I think, as I sit alone,Perhaps it might have been best. If I too, had paid that great were out there now with the rest. Oh! those war cursed thots, Tha
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