Musket

There was an old soldier boy
Who climbed the fields
To get above the world
And rub his musket

He never once shot it
From the day his daddy handed it to him
To the day he was stabbed in battle

He never once left home without it
For him
A day without rubbing his musket was a day without breathing

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