Crack Went the Rifle
The poor boy walks the winding jungle trail
His eyes alert; his mind on the morning mail
Last sound to reach his ear
The culmination of all his fears
Crack went the rifle in his hand
Mrs Smith, your son died a hero's death
Defending the way of life we all love best
I know it's hard to understand
How his dying will save this land
But statesmen say it's all worth the price
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