| Well mr. |
| churchill says, mr. |
| churchill says
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| We gotta fight the bloody battle to the very end
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| Mr. beaverbrook says we gotta save our tin
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| And all the garden gates
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| And empty cans are gonna make us win
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| We shall defend our island
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| On the land and on the sea
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| We shall fight them on the beaches
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| On the hills and in the fields
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| We shall fight them in the streets
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| Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed to so few
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| 'cos they have made our british empire
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| A better place for me and you
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| And this was their finest hour
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| Well mr. |
| montgomery says
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| And mr. |
| mountbatten says
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| We gotta fight the bloody battle to the very end
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| As vera lynn would say
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| We’ll meet again someday
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| But all the sacrifices we must make before the end
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| Did you hear that plane flying overhead
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| There’s a house an fire and there’s someone lying dead
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| We gotta clean up the streets
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| And get me back on my feet
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| Because we wanna be free
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| Do your worst and we’ll do our best
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| We’re gonna win the way that mr. |
| churchill says
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| Oh! |
| oh! |
| oh! |
| oh! |
| oh! |
| oh! |
| well mr. |
| churchill says
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| We gotta hold up our chins
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| We gotta show some courage and some discipline
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| We gotta black up the windows and nail up the doors
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| And keep right on till the end of the war |