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DEDICATION

To my cousins and to all men and women wounded, in some way, by war.

My Bonnie Mary

The trumpets sound, the banners fly,

The glittering spears are ranked ready;

The shouts o’ war are heard afar,

The battle closes thick and bloody;

But it’s no the roar o’ sea or shore

Wad mak me langer wish to tarry;

Nor shout o’ war that’s heard afar—

It’s leaving thee, my bonnie Mary!

Robert Burns