1:03:04
These fifty long years...
1:03:08
since l saw the moon beaming...
1:03:13
On strong manly forms...
1:03:17
and on eyes with hope gleaming.
1:03:21
l see them again now.
1:03:27
ln all my daydreaming...
1:03:32
Glory-o, glory-o,
to the bold Fenian men.
1:03:42
l passed on my way.
1:03:46
Gold be praised that l met her.
1:03:50
Be my life long or short...
1:03:54
l shall never forget her.
1:03:58
We'll maybe have great men.
1:04:04
But we'll never have better.
1:04:20
Thank you, men.
1:04:21
Do you suppose the men might be
aIIowed the priviIege...
1:04:24
of the SettIers Store untiI midnight,
CoroneI?
1:04:26
We thank the GeneraI.
1:04:28
Now don"t abuse the priviIege, Men.
1:04:31
The live we live is royal
in the U.S. Cavalry.
1:04:38
-Goodnight, GeneraI.
-WeII, you"re not...
1:04:40
May we waIk with you
to your quarters, Mrs. York?
1:04:43
-Thank you.
-Goodnight, Mrs. York.
1:04:45
-Goodnight.
-Goodnight, sir.
1:04:48
If that MarshaII"s here,
I"II sign those papers now.
1:04:52
Did you hear that music?
That sweet IiIting music.
1:04:56
Hey, you bIasted poIiceman...
1:04:59
get down to the CoroneI"s office
and get your papers signed.