The Street Sounds to the Soldiers' Tread
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Lyrics adapted from "The street sounds to the soldiers' tread" by A. E. Housman.

The street sounds to the soldiers' tread,
And out we troop to see:
A single redcoat turns his head,
He turns looks, turns and looks at me.
My man, my man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before, we never crossed before;

Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet, we're like to meet no more;
My man, my man, from sky to sky's so far,
We're like to meet, we're like to meet no more;

What thoughts at heart at heart have you and I
We cannot stop, stop to tell;
But dead or living, living drunk or dry,
Soldier, soldier, I wish you well.
I wish you well.
I wish you well.

My man