ALL QUIET ALONG THE POTOMAC TONIGHT 1st verse: All quiet along the Potomac tonight Except here and there a stray picket Is shot as he walks on his beat to and fro By a rifleman hid in the thicket; 'Tis nothing, a private or two now and then, 'Twil not count in the news of the battle, Not an officer lost, only one of the men Moaning out all alone the death rattle; All quiet along the Potomac tonight. I think this is pretty accurate. Those in high ranks declare war, and the poor "grunt" pays the price.
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