The paddle of the women soldiers
How I hear it back through time
Like the pounding of the footsteps
Marching forthwith down the Rhine.
All my nightmares and my dreaming
Haunted by that lonely sign
Of the paddles swiftly crashing
Thunder breaking grand designs.
Harken to the daylight breaking
And the drawing of the line
Men bare bottomed paddle-scarred
Traitors to the plans of mine.
How my mighty army's fallen
To their paddles and to time
Left alone I wait and fear
Soon they come for me and mine
The paddle of the women soldiers
How I hear it back through time
Like the pounding of the footsteps
Marching forthwith down the Rhine.
[I was researching music sheets for work. I came across "The Paddle of the Women soldiers", obviously a misprinting on my part. (It's really "The Parade of the Women Soldiers") So I thought: "What if?" and ran with it. This is the dubious result.]
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