| My heart is broken
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| But what care I?
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| Such pride inside me has woken
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| I’ll try my best not to cry
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| By and by
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| When the final farewells must be spoken
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| I’ll join the Legion
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| That’s what I’ll do
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| And in some far distant region
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| Where human hearts are staunch and true
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| I shall start my life anew
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| Good-bye, it’s time
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| I sought a foreign clime
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| Where I may find
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| There are hearts more kind
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| Than I leave behind
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| And so, I go
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| To fight a savage foe
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| Although I know that
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| I’ll be sometimes missed by the girls I’ve kissed
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| In some Abyssinian French Dominion
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| 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 handy
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| 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
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| You’ll know the reason why
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| When told of bold Leopold’s last stand
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| For the Fatherland
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| Good-bye, it’s time
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| I sought a foreign clime
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| Where I may find
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| There are hearts more kind
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| Than I leave behind
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| And so, I go
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| To fight a savage foe
|
| Although I know that
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| I’ll be sometimes misses by the girls I’ve kissed
|
| In some Abyssinian French Dominion
|
| I shall do my bit
|
| And fall for the flag if I must
|
| Where the desert sand is nice and handy
|
| I’ll be full of grit
|
| You won’t see my heels for the dust
|
| I’ll do or die
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| You’ll know the reason why
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| When told of bold Leopold’s last stand
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| For the Fatherland
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| Good-bye. |
| Good-bye
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| I wish you all a last Good-bye
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| Good-bye. |
| Good-bye
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| I wish you all a last Good-bye |