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Every plant is yellow; |
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Every day we march. |
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Every man is moving about, |
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Doing service in some quarter of the kingdom. |
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Every plant is purple; |
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Every man is torn from his wife. |
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Alas for us employed on these expeditions! |
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How are we alone dealt with as if we were not men? |
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We are not rhinoceroses, we are not tigers, |
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To be kept in these desolate wilds. |
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Alas for us employed on these expeditions! |
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Morning and night we have no leisure. |
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The long-tailed foxes, |
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May keep among the dark grass. |
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And our box-carts, |
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Keep moving along the great roads. |