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Fire away fire away boys must have their play	A
There'll be hard work yet	B
Before sunset	B
But what of the day when the boys have had their play	A
When the boys have played why then	C
Aha	D
'Twill be time for the men	C
Hurrah	D
And the bayonet	B
But men as we've nothing to do till then	C
And the match is on out there	E
I think you and I may as well stand by	F
And see that the game goes fair	E
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No drummer no tambourettes	G
The earth is our drum wherever we come	H
Bayonets bayonets bayonets bayonets	G
Bayonets bayonets bayonets bayonets	G
Where's the drumstick that ever could beat	I
Where's the drumhead that ever could drum	H
Like the mighty foot of our thousand feet	I
And the earth that is dumb till we come and come	H
Come and come and come and come	H
Bayonets bayonets bayonets bayonets	G
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'Love your enemy' yes 'tis the Briton's grace	G
I love him so well that I'd see his face	G
Yon little ninepins all in a row	J
How can I tell if I love 'em or no	J
So hurrah lads up we go	J
Here's to our nearer meeting	K
And if when we come within greeting	K
I see my own special foe	J
I'll leave him to Tom or John	L
And find my work further on	L
And perhaps he and I will shake hands by and bye	F
Side by side as we lie	F
To night on the gory slope of the hill	M
As the dew tears drop from the sky above	N
At the silent thought	O
Of the friends whom we love	N
Better still	M
And wait for the surgeon's cart	P
That's always coming and never comes	G
And when a couple of bearers pass	G
I'll give him my turn	Q
Tho' the flesh wounds smart	P
And the bone wounds burn	Q
And the life tide's running dry	F
Because he's my enemy	R
But that's when I've spiked up John's and Tom's	G
And Rosie's and Poll's and Marjorie's	G
And little Jack's and todlin May's	G
And the victory's won and the bloody day's	G
Done and of flesh that is grass	G
Along the braes the bloody hay's	G
Made that is made hurrah	D
With the bayonet	B
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For till you show me the Sacred Word	S
I'm for Peter and his good sword	T
Only I hope if we'd drilled him here	U
He'd not have missed the head for the ear	U
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Gods I'd give a Life's delights	G
To have been there that night of nights	G
With ten such men as I see here now	V
When they spat their sin on the Sinless Brow	V
And struck Him without let	B
And have heard the ten steels clash at my call	W
And seen the ten steels flash in the hall	W
As we did them all up to the wall	W
High Priest low Priest Romans and all	W
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Great and small up to the wall	W
Up to the wall with the bayonet	B
I would keep or lose my right hand	X
By the love of every man here	U
For the dear native land	X
There is not a man here this day	A
Of whom come what come can	Y
I could speak with an accent of scorn	Z
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Who feels his courage grow colder	A2
At sight of the foe	J
Whose conscience is bolder	A2
Because we are shoulder to shoulder	A2
Who goes up the hill because we are men	C
And not because he is man	Y
He shall serve his country yet	B
But not with the bayonet	B
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Well done I like your eyes	G
Neither sunrise	G
Nor sunset	B
Well done I know the grips	G
That will tell to barrel and stock	B2
What the beard hides on the lips	G
No strain on the rein no tug on the slips	G
No drummer no tambourettes	G
The earth is our drum wherever we come	H
Bayonets bayonets bayonets bayonets	G
Bayonets bayonets bayonets bayonets	G
Where's the drumstick that ever could beat	I
Where's the drumhead that ever could drum	H
Like the mighty foot of our thousand feet	I
And the earth that is dumb till we come and come	H
Till we come and come and come and come	H
Bayonets bayonets bayonets bayonets	G
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You are not dogs but Lions and who	C2
Holds Lions in leash Hurrah	D
My Lions with just such a pack	D2
I'd hunt down the gods of Olympus Alack	D2
This mount is all an Olympus Up there	E
You see the bird popping goddikins ten	C
To one I'll warrant you bah	D
What then	C
Who cares while theirs is the ten to the one	E2
And ours is the one to the ten	C
Were't one to twenty which of us would shirk	D2
The odds or the glory You see	G
How the land lies	G
This fox cover up the long rise	G
Then fifty paces of open and then the breast work	D2
Scatter the pack in cover make them cast wide	F2
From wood side to wood side	F2
Go in like hounds and come out	G2
At the top like men and lions full swing	D2
Up the wood but when it's grey blue	C2
Overhead come together like men	C
A halt for breath	H2
Slow time and still as death	H2
To the covert edge and then	C
The rush and the roar and the spring	D2
Hunt's up my Lions hie in hurrah	D

Sydney Thompson Dobell

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