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1914-1918 World war 1

Bullets flying over trenches 
Can’t see too much for smoke that stenches

Lieutenant makes orders to stand here fast
Don’t be scared chaps we’re having a blast

Feet so cold my boots feel like ice
My mother sent me a letter and some cake that’s nice

Taffy told me of his girlfriend at home
I hope he sees her soon this boy has grown

The food is scarce and the moral even scarcer
We know we are the last battalion between the Germans but God won’t make me a martyr

More troops arrive and we push the Germans back to slaughter
England has won the war and I cry to know I’ll see my bonny daughter

God save the King.

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