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| CLOSE his eyes; his work is done! | |
| What to him is friend or foeman, | |
| Rise of moon, or set of sun, | |
| Hand of man, or kiss of woman? | |
| Lay him low, lay him low, | 5 |
| In the clover or the snow! | |
| What cares he? he cannot know: | |
| Lay him low! | |
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| As man may, he fought his fight, | |
| Proved his truth by his endeavor; | 10 |
| Let him sleep in solemn night, | |
| Sleep forever and forever. | |
| Lay him low, lay him low, | |
| In the clover or the snow! | |
| What cares he? he cannot know: | 15 |
| Lay him low! | |
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| Fold him in his country’s stars, | |
| Roll the drum and fire the volley! | |
| What to him are all our wars, | |
| What but death bemocking folly? | 20 |
| Lay him low, lay him low, | |
| In the clover or the snow! | |
| What cares he? he cannot know: | |
| Lay him low! | |
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| Leave him to God’s watching eye, | 25 |
| Trust him to the hand that made him. | |
| Mortal love weeps idly by: | |
| God alone has power to aid him. | |
| Lay him low, lay him low, | |
| In the clover or the snow! | 30 |
| What cares he? he cannot know: | |
| Lay him low! | |
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