March - March - March!

March - march - march!
Making sounds as they tread,
Ho-ho ! how they step,
Going down to the dead!
Every stride, every tramp,
Every footfall is nearer;
And dimmer each lamp.
As darkness grows drearer:
But ho ! how they march.
Making sounds as they tread
Ho-ho ! how they step,
Going down to the dead

March - march - march!
Making sounds as they tread,
Ho-ho, how they laugh.
Going down to the dead

How they whirl—how they trip,
How they smile, how they dally,
How blithesome they skip,
Going down to the valley;
Oh ho, how they march.
Making sounds as they tread ;
Ho-ho, how they skip/
Going down to the dead

March - march - march!
Earth groans as they tread!
Each carries a skull;
Going down to the dead!
Every stride - every stamp.
Every footfall is bolder;
'Tis a skeleton's tramp,
With a skull on his shoulder;
But ho, how he steps
With a high tossing head,
That clay-covered bone,
Going down to the dead!

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