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"Marching" Marching, marching, On the old-time track; Soldier song upon my lip, Haversack upon my hip, Pack upon my back; Linton on my left hand, On my right side Jack – Marching, marching, Steel swung at my thigh, Who so gay as I? (Left, Left!) Marching, marching On the same old track; Sorrow gnawing at my heart, Mem’ry piercing like a dart, Care perched on my back; Linton on my left hand – But, alas! poor Jack! Marching, marching, Quietly does he lie, Marching, marching, Who so sad as I? (Left left!) Joe Lee France 1915


“"Marching",” by Lee, Joe. The Great War Archive, University of Oxford / Primary Contributor via First World War Poetry Digital Archive, accessed May 24, 2024,

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