Chapter 5 of 12 · 56 words · ~1 min read

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And the word came to Reilly—it spoke not again— Brave Reilly with all his bold lads of the guns— (Ah, if any came out from El Caney’s red rain, ’Twas by the grace of the Lord—not Hispania’s sons!) Oh, a stancher band never turned face to the foe As onward with Reilly, straight onward they go!