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42 I OFT GO OUT AT NIGHT-TIME
I see the German sap-head;
A cow is lying there, Its belly like a barrel,
Its legs are in the air.
The big guns rip like thunder, The bullets whizz o'erhead,
But o'er the sea in England Good people lie abed.
And over there in England May every honest soul
Sleep sound while we sit watching On listening patrol. |
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