| My heart is broken, but what care I? |
| Such pride inside me has spoken
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| I shall do my best not to cry, by and by
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| When the final farewells must be spoken
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| I’ll join the legion, that’s what I’ll do, and in some far distant region
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| Where human hearts are staunch and true; |
| I shall start my life anew
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| Goodbye, it’s time I sought a foreign clime
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| Where I may find there are hearts more kind than I leave behind
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| And so I go to fight the savage foe
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| Although I know that I’ll be sometimes missed by the girls I’ve kissed
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| In some Abyssinian, French dominion I shall do my bit
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| And fall for the flag if I must
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| Where the desert sand is nice and sandy, I 'll be full of grit
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| You won’t see my heels for the dust
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| I’ll do or die, you’ll know the reason why when told
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| Of bold Leopold’s last stands for the fatherland
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| Goodbye. |
| Goodbye. |
| I wish you all a last «Goodbye»
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| Goodbye. |
| Goodbye. |
| I wish you all a last «Goodbye» |