| Remember the bands and the grand parades
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| The flags, the banners, the fine cockades
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| And how we all looked up to see the King upon the balcony
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| Who told us we were young and brave
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| We’d never become the foreigner’s slave
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| If the foreigner comes off best, he said
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| 'You'll be better off dead'
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| This was a couple of weeks before we got killed in the war
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| Remember the drums and the trumpets played
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| When we set sail on the great crusade
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| And how we all looked up to see the clergyman on the quay
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| Who told us we were grand and good
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| To fight for God, as good men should
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| If the enemy comes off best, he said
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| 'You'll be better off dead'
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| And this was a couple of days before we got killed in the war
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| Remember the night before the raid
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| When the guns began the cannonade
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| And how we all looked up to see the captain of the company
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| Who told us we were bold and strong
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| Let fame and glory spur us on
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| If the Enemy comes off best, he said
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| 'You'll be better off dead'
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| This was a couple of hours before we got killed in the war
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| Remember the shock of the ambuscade
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| Remember the terrible fusillade
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| And how we all looked up to see the curious face of the enemy
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| Who was young, and shabby, and seemed to be
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| About as foreign as you or me
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| I never did catch what the poor sod said
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| When he made sure we were dead
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| This was a couple of shakes before we got killed in the war |