Elinor Morton Wylie - The Poor Old Cannon

Elinor Morton Wylie - The Poor Old Cannon

Upbroke the sun br In red-gold foam; br Thus spoke the gun br At the Soldier's Home: br br "Whenever I hear br Blue thunder speak br My voice sounds clear br But little and weak. br br "And when the proud br Young cockerels crow br My voice sounds loud, br But gentle and low. br br "When the mocking-bird br Prolongs his note br I cannot be heard br Though I split my throat.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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