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The Last Parade. With never a sound of trumpet, With never a flag displayed, The last of the old campaigners. Lined up for the last parade. Weary they were and battered, Shoeless, and knocked about; From under their ragged forelocks. Their hungry eyes looked out.
The Last Parade. With never a sound of trumpet, With never a flag displayed, The last of the old campaigners Lined up for the last parade. Weary they were and battered, Shoeless, and knocked about; From under their ragged forelocks Their hungry eyes looked out.
The Last Parade. With never a sound of trumpet, With never a flag displayed, The last of the old campaigners Lined up for the last parade. Weary they were and battered, Shoeless, and knocked about; From under their ragged forelocks Their hungry eyes looked out.
Jul 3, 2010 · 28K views 13 years ago. "The Last Parade" is a poem by A.B. (Banjo) Paterson, set to music by John Wallis and recorded by Wallis and Matilda. Photographs - courtesy of The Australian War...
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May 13, 2011 · An analysis of the The Last Parade poem by Andrew Barton Paterson including schema, poetic form, metre, stanzas and plenty more comprehensive statistics.
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With never a sound of trumpet, With never a flag displayed, The last of the old campaigners. Lined up for the last parade. Weary they were and battered, Shoeless, and knocked about; From under their ragged forelocks. Their hungry eyes looked out. And they watched as the old commander.
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With never a sound of trumpet, With never a flag displayed, The last of the old campaigners. Lined up for the last parade. Weary they were and battered, Shoeless, and knocked about; From under their ragged forelocks. Their hungry eyes looked out. And they watched as the old commander.