39 lines
627 B
Plaintext
39 lines
627 B
Plaintext
bowler
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Morning crimson,
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Fresh breeze,
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Behind satchel
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Side pot.
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After the battle, the hot
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Recreation on the river,
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Boiling water to brew
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Wandering in the pot.
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Chorus:
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So glorify the bowler
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I sang the platoon,
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My bowler, bowler hat,
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The friend you are our marching.
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Do not forget everyone
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How are you in the hour of danger
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wounded thirst
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Quenched times.
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And, saving the company,
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You, brother, do not yawn -
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casing machine gun
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Life is filled.
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Chorus.
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For home field,
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For the native people
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young boys
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We moved to a campaign.
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All Let's go with courage,
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And the time comes -
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We will fill home brew
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Peaceful bowler.
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Chorus 1943 |