It's easy to fight when everything's right,
And you're mad with the thrill and the glory;
It's easy to cheer when victory's near,
And wallow in fields that are gory.
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'Why keep a cow when I can buy,'
Said he, 'the milk I need,'
I wanted to spit in his eye
Of selfishness and greed;
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How often do I wish I were
What people call a character;
A ripe and cherubic old chappie
Who lives to make his fellows happy;
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This crowded life of God's good giving
No man has relished more than I;
I've been so goldarned busy living
I've never had the time to die.
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There's sunshine in the heart of me,
My blood sings in the breeze;
The mountains are a part of me,
I'm fellow to the trees.
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There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
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Folk ask if I'm alive,
Most think I'm not;
Yet gaily I contrive
To till my plot.
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That boy I took in the car last night,
With the body that awfully sagged away,
And the lips blood-crisped, and the eyes flame-bright,
And the poor hands folded and cold as clay --
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Clorinda met me on the way
As I came from the train;
Her face was anything but gay,
In fact, suggested pain.
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The sunshine seeks my little room
To tell me Paris streets are gay;
That children cry the lily bloom
All up and down the leafy way;
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