Aty-bats soldiers went to the parade with a song
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Maybe a hundred, maybe even two hundred years ago
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Left right grenadiers above the shako
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In short, the situation is old enough
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And the young ladies stood by the roadside
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They liked the soldiers very, very much
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And in what century do not live
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You can't get away from love
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Aty-baty soldiers walked the banner over the regiment
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In a certain kingdom-state, it doesn’t matter what
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Grenadiers of written beauty stood out
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Mustaches are twisted in a fashionable way on a ramrod
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And the young ladies stood by the roadside
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They liked the soldiers very, very much
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And in what century do not live
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You can't get away from love
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Aty-bats were soldiers and from dads and moms
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With them, the young ladies shared secrets in half
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And the grenadiers looked sideways
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The lace on the hats trembled with excitement
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And the young ladies stood by the roadside
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They liked the soldiers very, very much
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And in what century do not live
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You can't get away from love
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And the young ladies stood by the roadside
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They liked the soldiers very, very much
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And in what century do not live
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You can't get away from love
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And in what century do not live
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You can't get away from love |