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Do not weep Maiden, For war is kind.
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the affrighted steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
War is kindHoarse booming drums of the regiment,Do not weep Babe for war is Kind.
Little souls who thirsty for fight-
These men were born to drill and die.
The explained glory flies above them;
Great is the battle god, Great- and his kingdom
A field where a thousand corpses lie
Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches,
Raged at his breast, gulped, and died,
Do not weep.
War is kindSwift - blazing flag of the regiment,Mother whose heart hung humble as a button
Eagle with the crest of red and gold,
These men were born to drill and die.
Point for them the virtue of slaughter,
Make plain to them the excellence of killing,
And a field where a thousand corpses lie.
On the bright splendid shroud of your son,
Do not weep.
War is kind