From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we swarm of Jackets;
For he to-day that pours his sweat with me
Shall be my teammate; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in Atlanta now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That played with us upon the day after Presidents' day.
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we swarm of Jackets;
For he to-day that pours his sweat with me
Shall be my teammate; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in Atlanta now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That played with us upon the day after Presidents' day.
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