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The king he sent to look for me |
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A sergeant he did say: |
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"Young man, a soldier you must be |
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For fifty cent a day" |
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For fifty cent a day did I |
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Take off all things I wore |
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And I have marched to where I lie |
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And I will march no more |
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Get killed or die trying |
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I must get thrilled or lie dying |
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Tomorrow after new young men |
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The sergeant he must see |
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For things will all be over then |
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Between the king and me |
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Over... and out |
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Over... and out |
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Live or die is what it's all about |
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I slit my throat while I scream and shout |
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Do it good and do it fast |
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Cause every hero becomes a bore at last |
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Get killed or die trying |
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I must get thrilled or lie dying |
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And I shall have to bate my price |
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For in the grave they say: |
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"It's neither knowledge nor device |
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Nor fifty cent a day" |
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Over... and out |
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Over... and out |
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Live or die is what it's all about |
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I slit my throat while I scream and shout |
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To all good comes a hatch |
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The chase is often better than the catch |
