Songs of the Soul/Part 3/City Drum

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CITY DRUM

'Tis mornThe rolling wheels are onOf a marching worldSo strong.
I love to be rousedFrom a silent sleepBy the early humOf the active city drum.
The drum beatsTo loudly greetAll those heroes trueThat would die or do,-To meet the morning's foeOf worry or of woeWith a dauntless smile,And thus success beguile ​Unto the happy campWhere peace e’er burns its lamp.The city's drumWith its noisy humAnnounces true and strongThe world is marching on.
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