Porterage down
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The dark gross chapel
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He stepped streets around now
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Sales person mobile
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Porterage down
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Dark gross chapel
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He stepped streets around now
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Was introduced by a woman loose-limbed, slim
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One woke up to a whitewashed ugly wall - whoosh!
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Made worse by dirty postcards
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Trapped in their town
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They're embracing criminals in panicky hall
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No temper for Fall group
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I'll put you down
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Porterage down
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To the dark gross chapel
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He stepped streets around now
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Sales-person, mobile
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I'll put you down
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To the gross chapel
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You were right said Peter
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Dying for a smoke
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But you shouldn't have said to the police
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Jobs I do are little things
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Like the chemist coming on insulted
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They were as fed up as I was
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Waiting outside after putting blame on you
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Porterage down
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Ask him! I am ailing
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Porterage down
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Then let us fill a bumper,
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And drink a health to those
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Who carry caps and pouches,
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And wear the louped clothes.
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May they and their commanders
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Live happy all their years
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Whene'er we are commanded
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To storm the palisades
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Our leaders march with fusees,
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And we with hand grenades.
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We throw them from the glacis,
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About the enemies' ears.
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Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row,
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For the British Grenadiers.
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I'll put you down
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GROSS CHAPEL - GB GRENADIERS
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| The Fall |
