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He was just fifteen, he was a new trainee |
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He lied about it for the opportunity |
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To defend the border his life was sworn |
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Though not a generation was native born |
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Johnee jingo |
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Johnee jingo |
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He had lost the battle but won the war |
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When the generals said he couldn't fight no more |
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He was proud and bitter at what he'd done |
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So he passed it off to his favorite son |
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Johnee jingo |
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Johnee jingo |
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Jingo don't you fight for me |
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Jingo don't you speak for me |
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To the man who owns the land |
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We're all the same |
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But when his grip begins to slip |
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Then he'll be calling out your name |
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Johnee jingo |
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And the throne, the pulpit, and the politician |
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Create a thirst for power in the common man |
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It's a taste for blood passed off as bravery |
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Or just patriotism hiding bigotry |
