I don't say th' marchers an' dinnymiters ar-re not both r-right.
Indentures as above; Recognisances for the Marchers, July 12, 1524.
Here the marchers gave vent to their feelings in a chorus of groans.
The faces of the marchers were inspiring, but my eyes did not rest upon them.
In fancy we feel the earth tremble under the feet of the men—the marchers.
And he had brought it to America and put it to music for McGregor's marchers.
The strenuous march was repeated, and the marchers succumbed 150 as before.
They did not crowd close about the marchers as the people had done in Paris.
Behind the marchers came other old vehicles, a sorry procession.
The marchers swept down on us, and past us, and I watched the prophet.