. Book of the Royal blue . Im a soldier, an I hear the battle shout! Dreamin while the band plays! If they try a a liltin sort o love song, where the music seems afraid To come right out an sing its piece, but sort o hangs its head, An whispers low an mellow till you cant tell what it the cornet player twists his horn an puts the tremoloOn every note he draws out long, an makes it sob, you know— I get to dreamin of a girl, an holdin of her hand, An kind of actin foolish—but I blame it on the band. Dreamin while the band plays! When the programs nearly done. An the leader

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. Book of the Royal blue . Im a soldier, an I hear the battle shout! Dreamin while the band plays! If they try a a liltin sort o love song, where the music seems afraid To come right out an sing its piece, but sort o hangs its head, An whispers low an mellow till you cant tell what it the cornet player twists his horn an puts the tremoloOn every note he draws out long, an makes it sob, you know— I get to dreamin of a girl, an holdin of her hand, An kind of actin foolish—but I blame it on the band. Dreamin while the band plays! When the programs nearly done. An the leader holds his pointer up, an says Play Number One,Then they play a piece thats purtier than any song or theyre tugginat your heart strings when they bring out Home, Sweet Home. An the bass drum sort o rumbles, an the tenor drum replies With a tender little tappin like the raindrops from the skies,An all the other players put a tear drop in each note—Till I wake up from my dreamin, and I have to clear my

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