Leave me, comrade, go, fight on,
Till we’ve won the war,
Forget all this bullet’s done.
What is one man more?
Dying’s easy work, you know,
Thousands fell before…
They’ve proved that life
Doesn’t play us fair –
They’ve proved there’s a saner world
Elsewhere –
Elsewhere, somewhere beyond Death’s door.
Fighting, they said, was the right thing to do.
We fought for a freedom we hardly knew,
We shell set eyes on what no one saw…
That’s comfort for me; you play on the mad game,
Fight, kill and life for our country’s fame,
Then leave me to guess, if we meet again,
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