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The young the old
The brave and the bold
Their story shall always be told
As we lay down our heads
Upon our pillows in our beds
We hear their sorrowful voices saying:
“Remember, remember
The young and the old”
“Remember, remember
The brave and the bold”
“Remember, remember
That dreary day”
Remember, remember
Where we now lay”
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