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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428718" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The New Recruit</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lads were once my comrades,<br>They stay at home content.<br>And now's the time of cricket,<br>They count the days well spent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They walk with girls o' Sundays,<br>All in their Sunday clothes;<br>And of a Sunday evening<br>Go where good liquor flows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their way's no longer my way,<br>For I must follow now<br>The drum-tap and the bugle,<br>While they're for shop and plough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good-bye, good-bye, kind people,<br>And all I leave behind,<br>To girls that used to kiss me,<br>To one was never kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good-bye, my girl unwilling,<br>I shall not vex you sore,<br>For I have taken the shilling<br>And I come home no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard the drums a-drumming,<br>And I ran out to see;<br>The soldiers and the fighting,<br>They mattered nought to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good-bye, my girl that grieved me.<br>The bugles whistled, Come.<br>And I, -- stepped in the roadway<br>And marched beside the drum.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, I was proud, uplifted.<br>I held my head so high;<br>And all the girls were doating<br>With love as we went by!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boys who stood and jeered me<br>May live to three-score-ten,<br>While I'm cut down at morning<br>Among the fighting men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Lord, the people shouting!<br>The glory tasted sweet,<br>And the eyes of the girls all doating<br>As we marched down the street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Tynan">Katharine Tynan</a><div class=q>
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They stay at home content.
And now's the time of cricket,
They count the days well spent.

They walk with girls o' Sundays,
All in their Sunday clothes;
And of a Sunday evening
Go where good liquor flows.

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