A Battle Hymn of the Republic

Ten proud drummers in the afternoon sun.
Nine loud drummers as one came undone.   
Eight firm drummers all with one will.                      
Seven drums when one went ill.  
Six left drumming for pay.  
Five there the next day.                                                                     
Four rare drummers.                                                                     
Three mumblers.                                                                     
Too bad.                                                                      
Drum.  
 
 

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