There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And he thinks of the two in the low trundlebed Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack ; his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories... Four years campaigning in the army of the Potomac - Page 155by Daniel G. Crotty - 1874 - 207 pagesFull view - About this book
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...sleeping. There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread An he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed, Far away In the cot on the mountain. Ills musket falls slack — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories lender, As he mutters... | |
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...above, with their glittering eyes, Keep guard o'er the army while sleeping. There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread, As he tramps from the rock to the гонмtain, And thinks of the t*o on the low trundle bed Far away in the cot on the mountain. His... | |
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...up above, with their glittering eyes, Keep guard—for the army is sleeping. There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed, Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls back—his... | |
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...above, with their glittering eyes, Keep guard — for the army is sleeping. m. There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread, As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two on the low trundle-bed, Far away in the cot on the mountain : His musket falls slack... | |
![](https://books.google.com.ng/books/content?id=0rIDAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Frank Moore - 1864 - 364 pages
...There 'a only the sound of the lone sentry's tread As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed, Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack, — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters... | |
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...above, with their glittering eyes, Keep guard — for the army is sleeping. There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed, Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack,... | |
![](https://books.google.com.ng/books/content?id=_CVHAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Frank Moore - History - 1864 - 364 pages
...above, with their glittering eyes, Keep guard — for the army is sleeping. There 's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed, Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack,... | |
![](https://books.google.com.ng/books/content?id=t0oCAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Frank Moore - 1864 - 364 pages
...above, with their glittering eyes, Keep guard — for the army is sleeping. There 's only the sourfd of the lone sentry's tread As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed, * Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack,... | |
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...above, with their glittering eyes, Keep guard — for the army is sleeping. There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed, Far away in the cot on the mountain. Ilia musket falls back... | |
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...above, with their glittering eyes, Keep guard — for the army is sleeping. There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread, As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two on the low trundle-bed, Far away in the cot on the mountain : His musket falls slack... | |
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