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September April	A
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The Winter Soldier	B
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I TO BE SUNG TO THE TUNE OF HIGH GERMANY	C
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No more the English girls may go	D
To follow with the drum	E
But still they flock together	B
To see the soldiers come	E
For horse and foot are marching by	F
And the bold artillery	C
They're going to the cruel wars	G
In Low Germany	C
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They're marching down by lane and town	H
And they are hot and dry	F
But as they marched together	B
I heard the soldiers cry	F
O all of us both horse and foot	I
And the proud artillery	C
We're going to the merry wars	G
In Low Germany	C
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August	J
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II THE COMRADES	K
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The men that marched and sang with me	C
Are most of them in Flanders now	L
I lie abed and hear the wind	M
Blow softly through the budding bough	L
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And they are scattered far and wide	N
In this or that brave regiment	O
From trench to trench across the mud	P
They go the way that others went	Q
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They run with shining bayonet	R
Or lie and take a careful aim	S
And theirs it is to learn of death	T
And theirs the joy and theirs the fame	S
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III IN TRAINING	U
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The wind is cold and heavy	C
And storms are in the sky	F
Our path across the heather	B
Goes higher and more high	F
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To right the town we came from	E
To left blue hills and sea	C
The wind is growing colder	B
And shivering are we	C
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We drag with stiffening fingers	V
Our rifles up the hill	W
The path is steep and tangled	X
But leads to Flanders still	W
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IV THE OLD SOLDIERS	V
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We come from dock and shipyard we come from car and train	Y
We come from foreign countries to slope our arms again	Z
And forming fours by numbers or turning to the right	A2
We're learning all our drill again and 'tis a pretty sight	A2
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Our names are all unspoken our regiments forgotten	B2
For some of us were pretty bad and some of us were rotten	B2
And some will misremember what once they learnt with pain	Y
And hit a bloody Serjeant and go to clink again	Z
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V GOING IN TO DINNER	B
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Beat the knife on the plate and the fork on the can	C2
For we're going in to dinner so make all the noise you can	C2
Up and down the officer wanders looking blue	D2
Sing a song to cheer him up he wants his dinner too	D2
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March into the dining hall make the tables rattle	A
Like a dozen dam' machine guns in the bloody battle	A
Use your forks for drum sticks use your plates for drums	E2
Make a most infernal clatter here the dinner comes	E2
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VI ON TREK	F2
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Under a grey dawn timidly breaking	U
Through the little village the men are waking	U
Easing their stiff limbs and rubbing their eyes	G2
From my misted window I watch the sun rise	G2
In the middle of the village a fountain stands	H2
Round it the men sit washing their red hands	H2
Slowly the light grows we call the roll over	B
Bring the laggards stumbling from their warm cover	B
Slowly the company gathers all together	B
And the men and the officer look shyly at the weather	B
By the left quick march Off the column goes	I2
All through the village all the windows unclose	I2
At every window stands a child early waking	U
To see what road the company is taking	U
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VII LEAVING THE BILLET	J2
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Good luck good health good temper these	I2
A very hive of honey bees	I2
To make and store up happiness	I2
Should wait upon you without cease	I2
If I'd the power to call them down	H
Into this stuffy little town	H
Where the dull air in sticky wreaths	I2
Afflicts a man each time he breathes	I2
But since I have no power to call	K2
Benevolent spirits down at all	K2
I'll wish you all the good I know	D
And close the chapter up and go	D
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VIII THE FAREWELL	L2
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Farewell to rising early now comes the lying late	M2
And long on the parade ground my company shall wait	M2
Before I come to join it on mornings cold and dark	N2
And no more shall I lead it across the rimy park	N2
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The men shall still manoeuvre in sunshine and in rain	Y
And still they'll make the blunders I shall not check again	Z
They'll march upon the highway in weather foul and fair	O2
And talk and sing with laughter and I shall not be there	O2
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IX ON ACCOUNT OF ILL HEALTH	P2
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You go brave friends and I am cast to stay behind	M
To read with frowning eyes and discontented mind	M
The shining history that you are gone to make	Q2
To sleep with working brain to dream and to awake	Q2
Into another day of most ignoble peace	I2
To drowse to read to smoke to pray that war may cease	I2
The spring is coming on and with the spring you go	D
In countries where strange scents on the April breezes blow	D
You'll see the primroses marched down into the mud	P
You'll see the hawthorn tree wear crimson flowers of blood	P
And I shall walk about as I did walk of old	R2
Where the laburnum trails its chains of useless gold	R2
I'll break a branch of may I'll pick a violet	S2
And see the new born flowers that soldiers must forget	R
I'll love I'll laugh I'll dream and write undying songs	I2
But with your regiment my marching soul belongs	I2
Men that have marched with me and men that I have led	T2
Shall know and feel the things that I have only read	T2
Shall know what thing it is to sleep beneath the skies	I2
And to expect their death what time the sun shall rise	I2
Men that have marched with me shall march to peace again	Z
Bringing for plunder home glad memories of pain	Y
Of toils endured and done of terrors quite brought under	B
And all the world shall be their plaything and their wonder	B
Then in that new born world unfriendly and estranged	U2
I shall be quite alone I shall be left unchanged	U2

Edward Shanks

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