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ERRORS
Oh, war's a thing of beauty
An' most pleasant for to run:
You take your sword an' rifle
An' your pretty 7-pound gun;
You step aboard a transport,
The wind blows sweet an' fair,
An' the blawsted foe gets up to go,
Before you're half-way there.
(With a Tow-row-row!)
Don't believe it:
I assure you
It's a error!
An' most pleasant for to run:
You take your sword an' rifle
An' your pretty 7-pound gun;
You step aboard a transport,
The wind blows sweet an' fair,
An' the blawsted foe gets up to go,
Before you're half-way there.
(With a Tow-row-row!)
Don't believe it:
I assure you
It's a error!
Oh, a soldier he loves fightin'
Prefer-ably to beer;
To him, the day of battle
Is the nicest in the year;
And when you've been an' dumped him
Into the jaws of 'ell,
An' he lies out o' bed with a hole in his head,
He thinks he's doing well.
(With a Tow-row-row!)
Don't believe it:
I assure you
It's a error!
Prefer-ably to beer;
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Is the nicest in the year;
And when you've been an' dumped him
Into the jaws of 'ell,
An' he lies out o' bed with a hole in his head,
He thinks he's doing well.
(With a Tow-row-row!)
Don't believe it:
I assure you
It's a error!
We're the very finest people
That breathe the breath of life,
Our upper lip is always stiff,
We're 'eroes in the strife,
An', of course (in a manner of speaking)
It follows on its legs
That when we're makin' omlicks
We needn't break no eggs.
(With a Tow-row-row!)
Don't believe it:
I assure you
That's a error
That breathe the breath of life,
Our upper lip is always stiff,
We're 'eroes in the strife,
An', of course (in a manner of speaking)
It follows on its legs
That when we're makin' omlicks
We needn't break no eggs.
(With a Tow-row-row!)
Don't believe it:
I assure you
That's a error
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