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Hello darling, this is the army, |
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I've just got the time to write, |
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Today we attach, there's no turning back, |
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the boys they're all ready for the fight. |
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Yes, I'm well but this place is like hell, |
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they call it Passchendaele, |
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In nineteen seventeen the war must be ending, |
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the General said this attach will not fail; |
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So I'm writing down this little melody |
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When you play it my love, think of me... |
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We'll be together in this song for you, |
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And it goes Lalala...sing it darling...Lalala... |
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They got old Bill and the Sergeant is still out there |
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Wounded in some shellhole, |
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They say this war will end all wars, |
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Oh God I really hope it will, |
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Oh how's old England, are they still singing |
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those songs that we loved to sing, |
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When all this is over, we'll go sailing in Dover, |
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catching fish like we used to with a string, |
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Oh I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so, |
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If they get me my love you will know... |
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We'll always be together in this song for you... |
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And it goes Lalala...I have to go now... |
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take care of yourself my love. |
