Load the cannon,
Light the fuse and wait
The thunder shot,
Our deadly iron grit.
We'll pound the line before the day is late,
And darkness falls and targets are not lit.
Load the cannon,
Light the fuse and fire,
Let slip the missiles,
Bombard and compress.
The best shots with some luck will break the wire
And give our boys a chance at quick success.
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