Salut Aux Blessis
A group of mounted officers Ride up and fall in line; Their gleaming swords hang at their sides, Chevrons their arms entwine; They bare their heads as pass along A train of wounded men, Their shattered comrades from the field They ne'er may meet again. "Salut aux Blessis!" loud they cry. The wounded soldiers hear, And for a time forget their pain, And swell the lusty cheer. Thus should it be in other lines; The men who lead the van Should e'er accord a brother's cheer To every wounded man. The "rank and file" the wounds receive; Sometimes the leader, too; But honest wounds none should despise; The bearer may be true. He stood his ground 'gainst mighty odds, And dared the shot and shell; So bare your heads, ye scarless ones, And say, "Thou hast done well!"
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