| I’ve done with being brave
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| And oh how we slaved to pave our way
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| And only to be dropped upon this quay
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| And only to be press-ganged overseas
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| Is this the end of the begining or the begining of the end
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| And these miserable strangers will be the making of our friends
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| They’ve been dropped upon this quay
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| Just the same as you and me
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| With each step forward there’s two looks back
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| Are you so bewildered inside
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| But you know we’ll have the new life that we talked of loud and proud
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| Hack them high and hold them dear
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| For we’ll soon forget these faces in the crowd blurred by our tears
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| And yet we’ll miss them year on year
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| So let’s pull ourselves together like the others
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| We’ll throw our hats into the air
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| And try to raise a hearty cheer
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| And at the back of my mind and I was always hoping I might just get back
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| At the back of my mind and I was always hoping I might just get back
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| Always hoping I might just get back
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| At the back of my mind I was always hoping I might just get back
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| At the back of my mind I was always hoping I might just get back
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| Always hoping that I might just get back
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| Always hoping that I might just get back |