And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. Oh breathe not his Name.

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• And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
• Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!
• Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me! Go where Glory waits thee.
• Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?
• There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!
• There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try! Little Man and Little Soul.