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The Dark Side	A
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My mind goes back to Fumin Wood and how we stuck it out	B
Eight days of hunger thirst and cold mowed down by steel and flame	C
Waist deep in mud and mad with woe with dead men all about	B
We fought like fiends and waited for relief that never came	C
Eight days and nights they rolled on us in battle frenzied mass	D
Debout les morts We hurled them back By God they did not pass	D
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They pinned two medals on my chest a yellow and a brown	E
And lovely ladies made me blush such pretty words they said	F
I felt a cheerful man almost until my eyes went down	E
And there I saw the blankets how they sagged upon my bed	F
And then again I drank the cup of sorrow to the dregs	G
Oh they can keep their medals if they give me back my legs	G
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I think of how I used to run and leap and kick the ball	H
And ride and dance and climb the hills and frolic in the sea	I
And all the thousand things that now I'll never do at all	H
Mon Dieu there's nothing left in life it often seems to me	I
And as the nurses lift me up and strap me in my chair	J
If they would chloroform me off I feel I wouldn't care	J
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Ah yes we're heroes all to day they point to us with pride	A
To day their hearts go out to us the tears are in their eyes	K
But wait a bit to morrow they will blindly look aside	A
No more they'll talk of what they owe the dues of sacrifice	L
One hates to be reminded of an everlasting debt	M
It's all in human nature Ah the world will soon forget	M
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My mind goes back to where I lay wound rotted on the plain	N
And ate the muddy mangold roots and drank the drops of dew	O
And dragged myself for miles and miles when every move was pain	N
And over me the carrion crows were retching as they flew	O
Oh ere I closed my eyes and stuck my rifle in the air	J
I wish that those who picked me up had passed and left me there	J
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The Bright Side	A
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Oh one gets used to everything	P
I hum a merry song	Q
And up the street and round the square	J
I wheel my chair along	Q
For look you how my chest is sound	R
And how my arms are strong	Q
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Oh one gets used to anything	P
It's awkward at the first	S
And jolting o'er the cobbles gives	T
A man a grievous thirst	S
But of all ills that one must bear	J
That's surely not the worst	S
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For there's the cafe open wide	A
And there they set me up	U
And there I smoke my caporal	O
Above my cider cup	U
And play manille a while before	V
I hurry home to sup	U
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At home the wife is waiting me	I
With smiles and pigeon pie	W
And little Zi Zi claps her hands	X
With laughter loud and high	W
And if there's cause to growl I fail	O
To see the reason why	W
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And all the evening by the lamp	Y
I read some tale of crime	Z
Or play my old accordion	A2
With Marie keeping time	Z
Until we hear the hour of ten	B2
From out the steeple chime	Z
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Then in the morning bright and soon	C2
No moment do I lose	D2
Within my little cobbler's shop	E2
To gain the silver sous	D2
Good luck one has no need of legs	G
To make a pair of shoes	D2
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And every Sunday oh it's then	B2
I am the happy man	F2
They wheel me to the river side	A
And there with rod and can	F2
I sit and fish and catch a dish	G2
Of goujons for the pan	F2
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Aye one gets used to everything	P
And doesn't seem to mind	H2
Maybe I'm happier than most	I2
Of my two legged kind	H2
For look you at the darkest cloud	J2
Lo how it's silver lined	H2

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