War isn't
our cup of tea
We don't
like to fight
We hate to
kill each other
Well! Tell
you, it's no pleasure
But, when
the old country
Needs its
boys
We rise like one
And say, ‘Aye, aye’
Then off we march
Hand in hand
Singing
soldier's song
To defend
the old motherland
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THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND
