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The whole day thro', in contempt and pity, / I pass your houses and beat my drum, / In the roar of people that go and come, / In the sunlit streets of the city.
Hark! do you hear the ictus coming, / Mid the roar and clatter of feet?
Hark! in the ebb and flow of the street / Do you hear the sound of my drumming?
Sun and the fluttering ribbons blind me; / But still I beat as I travel the town, / And still the recruits come manfully down, / And the march grows long behind me.
In time to the drum the feet fall steady, / The feet fall steady and firm to hear, / And we cry, as we march, that the goal is near, / For all men are heroes already!