© 2007 Bob Atkinson
A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
KNOWN QUITE WELL
IN ALL THE RIGHT CIRCLES
A TRUE SOUTHERN BELLE
SHE DROVE THROUGH PARADE GROUNDS
HER PORSCHE WAS TOPLESS
SUCH A FINE LOOKING WOMAN
NO ONE WOULD STOP HER
THE SOLDIERS SHE ADMIRED
SO PRIM AND SO PROPER
IN MANLY ATTIRE
UNIFORMS SPOTLESS
SHE SAW THEM SHARP
THEIR CARBINES DID MOVE
SWIFTLY TOGETHER
LED BY THEIR BOOTS
THEIR CHINS UP HIGH
THEIR PRIDE SHOWING THRU
AS THEY MARCHED TO THE CADENCE
OF LIEUTENANTS WELL SCHOOLED
HUP, TWO, THREE, FOUR
YOU ARE FIGHTING MEN OF LORE
HUP, TWO, THREE, FOUR
THE CHOICE OF WHERE ISN'T YOURS
HUP, TWO, THREE, FOUR
THE PEOPLE VOTE AND IT IS DONE
YOUR ONLY FRIEND IS YOUR GUN
HUP, TWO, THREE, FOUR
GOODBYE SWEET LAND
OF LIBERTY AND STRENGTH
IT IS FONDLY WE BID YOU
LET NOT DEATH BRING US BACK
GOODBYE SWEET LAND
OF LOVED ONES APLENTY
WHICH HOLD OUR FUTURE
AND THE PROMISE OF MANY
SITTING SWEETLY
ON THE CABROLET
SHE SAW HER WILLIAM
MARCH PAST THE CANNON
HEAD NOT MOVED
SHE SAW HIS EYES
WITH LOVE GIVE HER SADLY
A TEARFUL GOODBYE
HUP, TWO, THREE, FOUR
YOU ARE FIGHTING MEN OF LORE
HUP, TWO, THREE, FOUR
THE CHOICE OF WHERE ISN'T YOURS
HUP, TWO, THREE, FOUR
THE PEOPLE VOTE AND IT IS DONE
YOUR ONLY FRIEND IS YOUR GUN
HUP, TWO, THREE, FOUR
UP THE STEEP RAMP
THE COLUMNS AROSE
INTO THE MOUTHS
OF WINGED MONSTERS DROVE
BATALLIONS OF SOULS
TO SIT AND REFLECT
IN FULL PACKS AND CLOTHES
NO SIGNS OF NEGLECT
LET BATTLES BE FOUGHT
AND STORIES TO BE TOLD
OF HOW THEIR LOW SPIRITS AROSE
WHEN A WOMAN OF BEAUTY
SAT THERE AND WAVED
TO EACH ONE DIRECTLY
AS THEY WENT TO THEIR GRAVES
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