Fields of Rye
by Johnclarestokes
In the swirling tramp of the rye
The boys in gray march by
By Regiment and rank aligned
The grassy cadence of double time
On home hearth's stir the hop
Tonight the boy's in gray make a stop
Pull the fiddle from the case
Upon the bosom her finest lace
For tomorrow go the boys in gray
Far from the rye's swirling sway.
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