Blessed are the meek, they say
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They shall win where others lose
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But when man is forced to stay,
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He is never asked to choose
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He must fight for his country,
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Fight for what he thinks is right
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He'll defend his wife and children
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On the path of glory
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Red or yellow, white or brown
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All alike, one thought in mind
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Who will wear the victor's crown?
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Never mind the lame and blind
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In the pride of their country,
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Good will triumph in the end
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Evil will be brought to justice
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On the path of glory
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Big or little, fat or thin
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All are heroes in the end
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Unforgivable, the sin
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To submit, they don't pretend
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They will die for their country
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They will die for you and me
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Amid the pungent smell of death
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That's on the path of glory
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Why should man be forced to kill?
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Why should they be made to die,
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Shattered on some peaceful hill
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Torn and bleeding where they lie?
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Far away from their country,
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Ask yourself the question now
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Why should they be forced to set out
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On the path of glory?
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On The Path Of Glory
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| Petula Clark |
