| Oh, you poor old soldier, what will you become
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| When there’s no one left marching to the beat of your drum?
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| You fought all the battles and survived every one
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| Old soldier march on, march on
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| Will you join all the wounded old soldiers like you
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| And reflect on the glory like old soldiers do?
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| Will you tell of your comrades as they tell of you?
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| Old soldier march on, march on
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| Will you relive each battle with toy tin soldiers so
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| That those who were lost can survive?
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| Will you still see those eyes under dark smokey skies?
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| All those comrades who kept you alive
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| Oh, you poor old soldier what will you become
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| When there’s no one left marching to the beat of your drum?
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| Will the band still be playing as you lay down your gun?
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| Old soldier march on, march on
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| Old soldier march on, march on |