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31. When The Boys Come Home



Bright smiles and many tear drops

Are begging loved ones stay;

For not all soldier boys come home

When bugles call today.

Brave lassies wait, toiling, hoping,

And keep the hearth brushed clean,

The home fires glowing brightly

With all about serene.

The heart grows weary often,

For hours and days are long.

But when the fight is over

The land will ring with song.

With all the maidens singing

The full and happy notes,

While men go shouting, marching,

At sight of khaki coats.

And Main Street pushing, crowding,

Will be a surging stream,

For when this war is over

Our joy will be supreme.

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