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Excerpt from Marching to France, and Other Texas Rhymes Marching to France Marching, Marching, And never a knight on Holy Crusade Went forth with prouder or readier blade, Than the men that march in the crimson shade Of the stars and bars, To France. Marching, Marching, Without the bugle, clear and loud, Without the cheer of the surging crowd, He is slipping away perhaps to his shroud, "Under sealed orders", To France. Marching, Marching, Bristling with guns is the armoured car, And the aeroplane's motor is heard afar, And the long, dark transport slips o'er the ban Without a good-bye, To France. Marching, Marching, And the rythmical echo of their feet Is heard in the Nation's quick heart-beat, As their olive-drab uniforms fill the street, On their ominous journey, To France. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.