Can you hear the tapping drum
while soldiers walk others run,
muskets raised in fields of green
into battle for King or Queen.

The drummer boy his steady beat
while men lay dying at his feet,
another battle fought won or lost
how many lives this day has cost.

The drum falls silent upon the floor
the drummer boy will beat no more,
standing tall midst death and mud
the flag of England drenched in blood.

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