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The marching band |
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came down along Main Street |
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The soldier blues fell in behind |
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I looked across and there I saw Billy |
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Waiting to go and join the line |
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And with her head upon his shoulder |
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His young and lovely fiancee |
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From where I stood I saw she was crying |
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And through her tears I heard her say |
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Billy, don't be a hero, |
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don't be a fool with your life |
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Billy, don't be a hero, |
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come back and make me your wife |
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And as he started to go she said, |
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Billy, keep your head low |
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Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me |
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The soldier blues |
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were trapped on a hillside |
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The battle raging all around |
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The sergeant cried, |
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We've got to hang on, boys! |
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We've got to hold this piece of ground |
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I need a volunteer to ride up |
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And bring us back some extra men |
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And Billy's hand was up in a moment |
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Forgettin' all the words she said |
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She said |
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Billy, don't be a hero, |
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don't be a fool with your life |
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Billy, don't be a hero, |
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come back and make me your wife |
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And as he started to go she said, |
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Billy, keep your head low |
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Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me |
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I heard his fiancee got a letter |
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That told how Billy died that day |
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The letter said that he was a hero |
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She should be proud he died that way |
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I heard she threw that letter away ... |
