| I have never fired a gun
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| Laid down my life for anyone
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| And I have never lost a son.
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| From tenement to sink estate
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| Comes with post to boys that wait
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| Swept out by the Queen and state.
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| Were you there in the chapel
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| Singing «Glory halle-lu»
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| Let common sense prevail
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| For they know not what they do
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| Lose the boy, make the man
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| See the world in jagged lands
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| Face down in the desert sands.
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| Bang the drum and draw the veil
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| For Helmand and for Passchendaele
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| For Helmand and for Passchendaele.
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| Pick a side if you want to
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| From the safety of your bed
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| Let the fingers be parted
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| But let glory grieve instead
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| Were you there in the chapel
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| Singing «Glory halle-lu»
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| Let common sense prevail
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| For they know not what they do
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| Pick a side if you want to
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| From the safety of your bed
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| Let the fingers be parted
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| But let glory grieve instead
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| I have never fired a gun
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| Laid down my life for anyone
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| And I have never lost a son. |