Song of the Guns

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Soldiers! Soldiers!
Sleep softly now beneath the sky
Soldiers! Soldiers!
Tomorrow under earth you lie

We are the guns that you have meant
For blood and death our strength is spent
Obedient to your stern intent
Masters, soliders, men

Masters! Masters!
Deep dark in earth as iron we slept
Masters! Masters!
'Til at your word to light we leapt

We might have served a better will
Ploughs for the field, wheels for the mill
But you decreed that we must kill
Masters, soldiers, men

Soldiers! Soldiers!
Sleep darkly now beneath the sky
Soldiers! Soldiers!
No sound shall wake you where you lie

No foe disturb your quiet bed
Where we stand watching overhead
We are your tools and you the dead!

Soldiers! Soldiers!
Soldiers, masters, men
Soldiers, masters, men