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The men are marching
Fear in their eyes
A flag on their pack
The wives start to cry.
The Canadian men
They are proud
Some want to leave
But they made a vow.
Guns are shooting
Canons blast
Men are injured
Many passed.
Now we remember
The brave, brave men.
Some still march
But for the dead we pray,
Amen.
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