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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