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Marching somewhat out of order when the band is cock a hoop	A
There's a lilting kind of magic in the swagger of the troop	A
Swinging all aboard the steamer with her nose toward the sea	B
What is calling Billy Khaki that you're footing it so free	B
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Though his lines are none too level	C
And he lacks a bit of style	D
And he's swanking like the devil	C
Where the women wave and smile	D
He will answer with a rifle	C
Trim and true from stock to bore	E
Where the comrades crouch and stifle	C
In the reeking pit of war	E
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What is calling Billy Khaki There is thunder down the sky	F
And the merry magpie bugle splits the morning with its cry	F
While your feet are beating rhythms up the dusty hills and down	G
And the drums are all a talking in the hollow of the town	G
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Billy Khaki is't the splendor of the song the kiddies sing	H
Or the whipping of the flags aloft that sets your heart a swing	H
Is't the cheering like a paean of the tossing teeming crowds	I
Or the boom of distant cannon flatly bumping on the clouds	I
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What's calling calling Billy 'Tis the rattle far away	J
Of the cavalry at gallop and artillery in play	J
'Tis the great gun's fierce concussion and the smell of seven hells	I
When the long ranks go to pieces in the sneezing of the shells	I
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But your eyes are laughing Billy and a ribald song you sing	H
While the old men sit and tell us war it is a ghastly thing	H
When the swift machines are busy and the grim squat fortress nocks	I
At your bolts as vain as eggs of gulls that spatter on the rocks	I
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When the horses sweep upon you to complete a sudden rout	K
Or in fire and smoke and fury some brave regiment goes out	K
War is cruel Bill and ugly But full well you know the rest	L
Yet your heart is for the battle and your face is to the west	L
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For if war is beastly Billy you can picture something worse	I
There's the wrecking of an empire and its broken people's curse	I
There are nations reft of freedom and of hope and kindly mirth	M
And the shadow of an evil black upon the bitter earth	M
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So we know what's calling Billy 'Tis the spirit of our race	I
And its stir is in your pulses and its light is on your face	I
As you march with clipping boot heels through the piping howling town	G
To uphold the land we live in and to pull a tyrant down	G
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Thou his lines are none too level	C
And he's not a whale for style	D
And he's swanking like the devil	C
When the women wave and smile	D
He will answer with a rifle	C
Trim and true from stuck to bore	E
When the comrades sit and stifle	C
In the smoking pit of war	E

Edward Dyson

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