| Back to the rear of battle, a digger boy was gay
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| Thoughts of home, across the sea, filled his heart today
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| No thought of danger lingered, in the soldier’s head,
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| As loudly did he sing of love, of love and roses red,
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| I have a childhood sweetheart who waits so patiently
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| A rose of red is in her hair, to show her love for me,
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| We’ll build a home together, when I return from war
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| With roses red a homely site, growin' round the door.
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| The soldier boy kept singing, his heart was warm today,
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| When from the trees a vicious crack and death was on it’s way,
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| The happy boy stopped singing, and nothing we could do
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| The air was cold, he lay so still, the sniper’s aim was true.
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| We picked him up so gently and this is what was seen
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| A rose of red from a sniper’s shot, across his shirt of green
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| The bullet travelled onward, deadly in it’s flight
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| A girl so sad, her love has gone, a rose had died tonight |