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For sixty days and upwards, A storm of shell and shot Rained 'round us in a flaming shower, But still we faltered not! "If the noble city perish," Our grand young leader said, "Let the only walls the foe shall scale Be the ramparts of the dead!"
For sixty days and upwards, A storm of shell and shot Rained 'round us in a flaming shower, But still we faltered not! "If the noble city perish," Our grand young leader said, "Let the only walls the foe shall scale Be the ramparts of the dead!"