War Road

Heavy boots go stomp, stomp,
Along a dirt trodden road.
A sea of blue marching down the road,
Clanking, clanking as they go.
On they march to where they go nobody knows.
Clop, clop, what’s that up ahead.
A rider coming through.
Hurry, Hurry says he, the enemy is too near.
Now its double time, double time.
The sea of blue marches quickly onward.
To face the enemy unknown,
To where they go their fate unknown.

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