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Betsy
My only true love Betsy and, I are away for a day out down by the sea shore
Both of us holding hands, I am with a lass, I am sure I will love forever more
The innocence in her laughter, as we draw our names and hearts in the sand
Taking me far away from the troubled hell, I’ve seen in a far and distant land
Where within the wetted green grass - lies a ground soaked all in bloody red
Thousands upon thousands of my fellow man all piled upon each other dead
These deaths leave a silence - that is more than deafening on my closed ears
As the mist of the mustard gas clears yet still stings my eyes brought to tears
Each face of the dead leaving behind an expression either of torture or peace
Lives given for their country now lie upon the rubble mounds of soil & grease
Each face whiten beyond the pale, photos of loved ones trodden in the shale
As back home the M.O.D write the dreaded words put their letters in the mail
But here I'm with Betsy on our own beloved sea shore, innocence beautified
As far as possible, I keep her from the brutality of our young men’s genocide
As I listen to her laughter, as I look into her eyes of the lightest emerald green
It all helps to take away the horrors of a bloody war I wished I had never seen
I am going to marry my beloved Betsy, have beautiful children, three, or four
But never as in never, will I tell my children of the brutality of this bloody war
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