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Out of the twilight; over the grey blue sand, Shoals of low jargoning men drift inward to the sound,   The jangle and throb of a piano ... tum ti tum OUT OF THE TWILIGHT OVER THE GRAY BLUE SAND SHOALS OF LOW JARGONING MEN DRIFT INWARD TO THE SOUND THE JANGLE AND THROB OF A PIANO TUM DE TOM
shall not think of him: But when the watery fields grow brown and dim, And hounds have lost their fox, and horses tire, I know that he'll be with me on my way Home through the darkness to the evening fire. He's jumped each stile along the glistening lanes His hand will be upon the mud-soaked reins; Hearing the saddle creak, He'll wonder if the frost will dome next week. I shall forget him in the morning light; And while we gallop on he will not speak: But at the stable-door he'll say good-night. THE HAWTHORN TREE Not much to me is yonder lane Where I go every day; But when there's been a shower of rain And hedge-birds whistle gay, I know my lad that's out in France With fearsome things to see Would give his eyes for just one glance At our white hawthorn tree. * * * * * Not much to me is yonder lane Where _he_ so longs to tread; But when there's been a shower of rain I think I'll never weep again Until I've heard he's dead. CONCERT PARTY (EGYPTIAN BASE CAMP) They are gathering round ...  SEC OF THE WAR POEMS OF SIGHFRIED SASSOON BY SIGUN READ FOR LIBERVOX DOTORG BY MARK HISSON CONCERT PARTY EGYPTIAN BASE CAMP THEY ARE GATHERING ROUND
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