| Oh, take me, dad, yes to the war,
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| Yes, saddle up your horse and mine.
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| And I'll go and hug my sorrow-wife,
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| If only she weren't a widow.
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| Oh, take me, dad, yes to the war,
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| Yes, do not be sad - you won yours.
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| You look out so that my son, your dear grandson,
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| He didn’t spoil, he was naughty.
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| Oh, take me, dad, yes to the war,
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| Yes, don't forget to put "George" on your chest.
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| I will remember you, dad, in a hot battle,
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| When the path is laid with hostility.
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| Oh, take me, dad, yes to the war,
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| There was a "strip", now let's go along the "stirrup",
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| And behind the mound, if I don’t fall asleep in the field,
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| Let's add one more.
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| Oh, take me, dad, yes to the war,
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| Yes, do not be angry, but the heart senses - there will be trouble,
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| Come on, dad, I'll cuddle for the last time
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| Cheek to wet beard.
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| Come on, dad, I'll cuddle for the last time
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| Cheek to wet beard.
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| Oh, take me, dad, yes to the war,
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| Yes, saddle up your horse and mine.
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| And I'll go and hug my sorrow-wife,
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| If only she weren't a widow. |