The marchin' band came down along main street
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The soldier blues fell in behind
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I looked across and there I saw Billy
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Waiting to go and join the line
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And with her head upon his shoulder
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His young and lovely fiancee
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From where I stood I saw she was cryin'
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And through her tears I heard her say
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Billy don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life
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Billy don't be a hero, come back and make me your wi-i-ife
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And as Billy started to go-o
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She said keep your pretty head low-ow-ow-ow
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Billy don't be a hero, come back to me-ee
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The soldier blues were trapped on a hillside
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The battle ragin' all around
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The sergeant cried, we've gotta hang on boys
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We've gotta hold this piece of ground
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I need a volunteer to ride out
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And bring us back some extra men
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And Billy's hand was up in a moment
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Forgettin' all the words she said, she said
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Billy don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your li-ife
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Billy don't be a hero, come back and make me your wi-i-ife
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And as Billy started to go-o
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She said keep your pretty head low-ow-ow-ow
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Billy don't be a hero, come back to me-ee
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I heard his fiancee got a letter
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That told how Billy died that day-ay
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The letter said he was a hero
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She should be proud he died that way
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I heard she threw the letter away...
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Billy Don`t Be A Hero
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