| SERGEANT, with POLICE.
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| When the foeman bares his steel,
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| We uncomfortable feel,
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| And we find the wisest thing,
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| Is to slap our chests and sing,
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| For when threatened with emeutes
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| And your heart is in your boots
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| There is nothing brings it round
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| Like the trumpet’s martial sound
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| Like the trumpet’s martial sound
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| Go, ye heroes, go to glory,
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| Though you die in combat gory,
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| Ye shall live in song and story.
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| Go to immortality!
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| Go to death, and go to slaughter;
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| Die, and every Cornish daughter
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| With her tears your grave shall water.
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| Go, ye heroes, go and die! |
| Go, ye heroes, go and die!
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| Though to us it’s evident,
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| These attentions are well meant,
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| Such expressions don’t appear,
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| Calculated men to cheer,
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| Who are going to meet their fate
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| In a highly nervous state.
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| Still to us it’s evident
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| These attentions are well meant.
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| Go and do your best endeavour,
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| And before all links we sever,
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| We will say farewell for ever.
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| Go to glory and the grave!
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| Go to glory and the grave!
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| For your foes are fierce and ruthless,
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| False, unmerciful, and truthless; |
| Young and tender, old and toothless,
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| All in vain their mercy crave.
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| We observe too great a stress,
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| On the risks that on us press,
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| And of reference a lack
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| To our chance of coming back.
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| Still, perhaps it would be wise
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| Not to carp or criticise,
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| For it’s very evident
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| These attentions are well meant.
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| Yes, it’s very evident
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| These attentions are well meant,
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| Evident, yes well meant, evident
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| Ah yes well meant
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| go to glory
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| Go to death and
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| go to slaughter
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| Die and every
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| Cornish daughter
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| With her tears
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| your grave shall water
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| Go ye heroes, go and die!
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| go to immortality!
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| go to immortality!
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| Tho' ye die in combat gory
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| Ye shall live in
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| Go to immortality!
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| SERGEANT, with POLICE.
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| When the foeman bares his steel,
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| We uncomfortable feel,
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| And we find the wisest thing,
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| Is to slap our chests and sing,
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| For when threatened with emeutes
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| And your heart is in your boots
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| There is nothing brings it round
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| Like the trumpet’s martial sound
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| Like the trumpet’s martial sound
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| These pirates slay!
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| Then do not stay!
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| Then why this delay |
| Yes but you don’t go!
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| Yes but you don’t go!
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| Yes, yes, we go!
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| All right, we go!
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| Yes forward
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| on the foe
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| Yes forward on the foe
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| Yes forward
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| on the foe
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| Yes forward on the foe
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| Yes, forward on the foe
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| Yes forward on the foe
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| At last they go!
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| At last they go, at last they go
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| At last they really really |