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The Letters of Florence Hemphill

Joe Crookston
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I came back home to Wilson County
In the gold Kansas Plains
From the gutted hills of France
And the cold muddy rain

I still think about the sisters
Cigarettes and English tea
And the barbed wire and trenches
Things we never thought we'd see

And in the rumbling battle noise
We took care of the boys
So they wouldn't die alone
And we could send them back home
When the midnight whistle blew
I donned my boots and navy blue
But anyhow
That's all over now

Jimmy Clellan was a piper
They brought him in from No Man's Land
And I fed him the ripest berries
And I saved his one good hand
And that red-head with the photograph
As I wrapped up his eyes
If he got home to West Virginia
I knew he'd never see his bride

And in the rumbling battle noise
We took care of the boys
So they wouldn't die alone
And we could send them back home
When the midnight whistle blew
I donned my boots and navy blue
But anyhow
That's all over now

All the sleepless nights we spent
And all the letters came and went
And all the British girls and I
We lost some but we tried

We lay down in the bracken fern
To make it through we had to learn
About the broken and the torn
Mending lives and staying warm

Coming home to the prairie gold
With a story that I told
In the rumbling battle noise
We took care of the boys

I came back home to Wilson County
In the gold Kansas Plains
From the gutted hills of France
And the cold muddy rain


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