Aladdin O'Brien/Book 3
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Book III
"Where are the tall men that marched on the right,
That marched to the battle so handsome and tall?
They've been left to mark the places where they saw the foemen's faces,
For the fever and the lead took them all, Jenny Orde,
The fever and the lead took them all.
That marched to the battle so handsome and tall?
They've been left to mark the places where they saw the foemen's faces,
For the fever and the lead took them all, Jenny Orde,
The fever and the lead took them all.
"I found him in the forefront of the battle, Jenny Orde,
With the bullets spitting up the ground around him,
And the sweat was on his brow, and his lips were on his sword,
And his life was going from him when I found him.
With the bullets spitting up the ground around him,
And the sweat was on his brow, and his lips were on his sword,
And his life was going from him when I found him.
"We lowered him to rest, Jenny Orde,
With your picture on his breast, Jenny Orde,
And the rumble of pursuit was the regiment's salute
To the man that loved you best, Jenny Orde."
With your picture on his breast, Jenny Orde,
And the rumble of pursuit was the regiment's salute
To the man that loved you best, Jenny Orde."