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We saw them, but we did not need to ask where lay the Front;Their clothes were neat and rolls aback, well made;They marched with faces wrinkled, not by smiles or many frowns,Betokening men determined, unafraid.Once more we saw them, needing not to ask where lay the Front;Their clothes were soiled, and packs in careless roll;They, greeting, made their way along with faces tired yet bright,Betokening men who fought with heart and soul.We need not hear the cannon’s boom to know where action lies,Nor yet to seek until we find the place,For map and compass, signboard, news we’re ever getting fromThe look upon the passing poilu’s face.Daniel Turner Balmer, A.S.
We saw them, but we did not need to ask where lay the Front;Their clothes were neat and rolls aback, well made;They marched with faces wrinkled, not by smiles or many frowns,Betokening men determined, unafraid.Once more we saw them, needing not to ask where lay the Front;Their clothes were soiled, and packs in careless roll;They, greeting, made their way along with faces tired yet bright,Betokening men who fought with heart and soul.We need not hear the cannon’s boom to know where action lies,Nor yet to seek until we find the place,For map and compass, signboard, news we’re ever getting fromThe look upon the passing poilu’s face.Daniel Turner Balmer, A.S.
We saw them, but we did not need to ask where lay the Front;Their clothes were neat and rolls aback, well made;They marched with faces wrinkled, not by smiles or many frowns,Betokening men determined, unafraid.
We saw them, but we did not need to ask where lay the Front;
Their clothes were neat and rolls aback, well made;
They marched with faces wrinkled, not by smiles or many frowns,
Betokening men determined, unafraid.
Once more we saw them, needing not to ask where lay the Front;Their clothes were soiled, and packs in careless roll;They, greeting, made their way along with faces tired yet bright,Betokening men who fought with heart and soul.
Once more we saw them, needing not to ask where lay the Front;
Their clothes were soiled, and packs in careless roll;
They, greeting, made their way along with faces tired yet bright,
Betokening men who fought with heart and soul.
We need not hear the cannon’s boom to know where action lies,Nor yet to seek until we find the place,For map and compass, signboard, news we’re ever getting fromThe look upon the passing poilu’s face.Daniel Turner Balmer, A.S.
We need not hear the cannon’s boom to know where action lies,
Nor yet to seek until we find the place,
For map and compass, signboard, news we’re ever getting from
The look upon the passing poilu’s face.
Daniel Turner Balmer, A.S.