All quiet along the Potomac tonight, no sound save the rush of the river, while soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, the picket's off duty forever. — Ethel Lynn Beers Copy Share Image
All quiet along the Potomac they say Except now and then a stray picket Is shot as he walks on his beat, to and… — Ethel Lynn Beers Copy Share Image
All quiet along the Potomac tonight, no sound save the rush of the river, while soft falls the dew on the face of the… — Ethel Lynn Beers Copy Share Image
