Dm My youngest son came ho F me toda C y
Dm His friends marched with him a F ll the wa C y.
Dm A fife and drum beat ou C t the t Dm ime.
While in F his box of po C lished Dm pine,
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Like dead meat on a butcher's tray,
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My youngest son came home today.
Mary Black
