Give me a goal
just barely in sight.
Something to strive for with all of my might.
Give me a hero
to teach me what's right.
Someone to light my way in the night.
Give me a rifle
Give me a fight
A trifle of Evil to rightfully smite.
A life full of people, for whom I can fight.
and a wife who is faithful,
to whom I can write.
And when I come home
from off that swift flight
I won't be alone
She'll smile so bright
I am carried by brothers
to my left and my right
who unite with their mothers
and calm their deep fright
and in that sweet hour,
filled with such power.
I hope she won't cry
but reply with delight
that I would die in the fight
that the dangers of the world,
might be saved from great height.
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