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Edgar Guest - Soldierly
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The glory of a soldier—and a soldier`s not a saint—
Is the way he does his duty without grumbling or complaint;
His work`s not always pleasant, but he does it rain or shine,
And he grabs a bit of glory when he`s fighting in the line;
But the lesson that he teaches every day to me an` you
Is the way to do a duty that we do not like to do.

Any sort o` chap can whistle when his work is mostly fun;
A hundred want the pleasant jobs to every sturdy one
That`ll grab the dreary duty an` the mean an` lowly task,
Or the drab an` cheerless service that life often has to ask;
But somebody has to do it, an` the test of me an` you
Is the way we face the labor that we do not like to do.

Now, it isn`t very pleasant standin` guard out in the rain
But it`s in the line o` duty, an` no soldier will complain,
An` there isn`t any soldier but what sometimes hates his work
When the dress parade is over, an` perhaps he`d like to shirk,
But he`s there to follow orders, not to pick an` choose his post,
An` he sometimes shines the finest at the job he hates the most.

Let`s be soldiers in the struggle, let`s be loyal through and through;
Life is going to give us duties that perhaps we`ll hate to do.
There`ll be little sacrifices that we will not like to make,
There`ll be many tasks unpleasant that will fall to us to take.
An` although we all would rather do the work that brings applause,
Let`s forget our whims and fancies an` just labor for the cause.
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