In Foreign Lands
In foreign lands when death draws nigh
No time is left to wonder why
We chose the path we trod upon
That led us to this one last dawn
Unseen by eye in cloud filled sky
We chose freedom with spirits high
Fought and loved and were seldom shy
To state our claim with sabers drawn
In foreign lands
I see the hole where I must lie
It is with sadness that I die
Make my casket from quarter sawn
As I leave you to carry on
Defend us now and by and by
In Foreign lands
5-27-19
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