No One Cares Less Than I
"No one cares less than I,Nobody knows but God,Whether I am destined to lieUnder a foreign clod,"Were the words I made to the bugle call in themorning.
But laughing, storming, scorning,Only the bugles knowWhat the bugles say in the morning,And they do not care, when they blowThe call that I heard and made words to early thismorning.
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