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If I ever be worthy or famous	A
Which I m sadly beginning to doubt	B
When the angel whose place tis to name us	A
Shall say to my spirit Pass out	B
I wish for no sniv lling about me	C
My work was the work of the land	D
But I hope that my country will shout me	C
The price of a decent brass band	D
Thump thump of the drum and Ta ra rit	D
Thump thump and the music it s grand	D
If only in dreams or in spirit	D
To ride or march after the band	D
And myself and my mourners go straying	E
And strolling and drifting along	F
With a band in the front of us playing	E
The tune of an old battle song	F
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I ask for no turn out to bear me	C
I ask not for railings or slabs	G
And spare me my country oh spare me	C
The hearse and the long string of cabs	G
I ask not the baton or starts of	H
The bore with the musical ear	I
But the music that s blown from the hearts of	H
The men who work hard and drink beer	J
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And let em strike up Annie Laurie	C
And let them burst out with Lang Syne	K
Twin voices of sadness and glory	C
That have ever been likings of mine	K
And give the French war hymn deep throated	D
The Watch of the Germans between	K
And let the last mile be devoted	D
To Britannia and Wearing the Green	K
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And if in the end more s the pity	C
There is fame more than money to spare	L
There s a van man I know in the city	C
Who ll convey me right side up with care	L
True sons of Australia and noble	M
Have gone from the long dusty way	N
While the sole mourner fought down his trouble	M
With his pipe on the shaft of the dray	N
But let them strike up Annie Laurie c	C
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And my spirit will join the procession	K
Will pause if it may on the brink	O
Nor feel the least shade of depression	K
When the mourners drop out for a drink	O
It may be a hot day in December	P
Or a cold day in June it may be	C
And the drink will but help them remember	P
The good points the world missed in me	C
And help em to love Annie Laurie	C
And help em to raise Auld Lang Syne c	C
	-
Unhook the West Port for an orphan	K
An old digger chorus revive	Q
If you don t hear a whoop from the coffin	K
I am not being buried alive	Q
But I ll go with a spirit less bitter	P
Than mine own on the earth may have been	K
And perhaps to save trouble Saint Peter	P
Will pass me two comrades between	K
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And let them strike up Annie Laurie	C
And let em burst out with Lang Syne	K
Twin voices of sadness and glory	C
That have ever been likings of mine	K
Let them swell the French war hymn deep throated	D
And I ll not buck at God Save the Queen	K
But let the last mile be devoted	D
To Britannia and Wearing the Green	K
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Thump thump of the drums we inherit	D
War drums of my dreams Oh it s grand	D
If only in fancy or spirit	D
To ride or march after a band	D
And we the World Battlers go straying	E
And loving and laughing along	F
With Hope in the lead of us playing	E
The tune of a life battle song	F

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