I would sound a battle cry
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If I were not afraid to die
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I, her lover, fight for England's glory
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Fighting enemies, such bravery she sees in me.
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I slept in the mud all night
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Shared with rugged boys the pictures of our princesses
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This is not the roaring twenties yet
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And we're old enough not to forget...
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God bless the warring nations
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Every soldier at his station
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I can tell my girl how pretty
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The fires of the last bombed city
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And hereafter I'll be a killer
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And I'll drink out my days with a century who'll hate me forever
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Poets wrote about my rights and wrongs
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Music halls filled up for wartime song
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And gentlemen in wigs said "Jolly Good lad!
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You've made this country what it is"
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And what it is...
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The greatest war in History
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That memory is not ours, it isn't mine
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I remember all that is not fiction
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I was cheated, retreating defeated.
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God bless the warring nations
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Every soldier at his station
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I can tell my girl how pretty
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The fires of the last bombed city
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And hereafter I'll be a killer
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And I'll drink out my days with a century who'll hate me forever
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God bless the warring nations
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Every soldier leaves his station
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We'd know nothing of defeat
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As every army would retreat
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And thereafter, I'd be a father
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And my girl'd be a mother
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And we'd drink to eachother forever...!
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The Last Bombed City
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The Indelicates |