The Drum  10074

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         I hate that drum's discordant sound
         Parading round, and round, and round:
         To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields,
         And lures from cities and from fields,
         To sell their liberty for charms
         Of tawdry lace, and glittering arms;
         And when Ambition's voice commands,
    To march, and fight, and fall, in foreign lands.
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