| 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 wife
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| And as he started to go,
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| She said Billy keep your head low
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| Billy, don’t be hero, come back to me.
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| The soldier blues were trapped on a hillside
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| The battle raging all around
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| The sergeant cried, We’ve got to hang on boys!"
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| We’ve got to hold this piece of ground
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| I need a volunteer to ride up,
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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
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| She said
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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 wife
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| And as he started to go,
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| She said Billy keep your head low
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| Billy, don’t be a hero, come back to me.
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| I heard his fiancee got a letter
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| That told how Billy died that day
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| The letter said that he was a hero
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| She should be proud he died that way
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| I heard she threw that letter away… |