.We go marching off to war>And the Richter scale swings
Pile on those trains
Pile in that hearse
Pools congregate the men
And segregate the girls
I don't feel clean
Where are my girls?
Like hell bent inn
Like hell bent inn
Thereâs an old man in his chair>With a leat.
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