| We’ll lead you into victory, you hear the generals say
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| Never look behind you, we’re with you all the way
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| Go to bed early, conserve your energy
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| Tomorrow we’ll be fighting with our enemy
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| Polish your boots, clean your gun
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| Killing those bastards will be a lot of fun
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| Take no prisoners, kill them all
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| Start to march when you hear the call
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| Britain needs you, Britain needs you.
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| Britain needs you to die for her
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| Marching into victory, marching in the mud
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| Fighting for freedom, fighting in th eblood
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| There’s dead bodies all around, you’re told to carry on
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| Death is not right, war cannot be won
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| March along you see a flash
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| Fall to the ground and make a splash
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| You awake you’re lying in the bed
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| Eyes are shut you think you’re dead
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| Lost your arm, you’ve lost your leg
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| Lost you’re job, you’ll have to beg
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| You’ll get loads of sympathy, a picture in the Evening Post
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| But where were the generals when you needed them most? |