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30 LA BASSEE ROAD
The night-breeze sweeps La Bassee Road, the
night-dews wet the hay, The boys are coming back again, a straggling
crowd are they. The column's lines are broken, there are gaps
in the platoon, They'll not need many billets, now, for soldiers
in Bethune, For many boys, good lusty boys, who marched
away so fine, Have now got little homes of clay beside the
firing line. Good luck to them, God speed to them, the
boys who march away, A-singing up La Bassee road each sunny
summer day. |
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