When the fighting was at its fiercest|
And everything looked black,
This was the promise that cheered us on:
'You'll get your old job back!'
2. We were not professional soldiers,
3. We sacrificed our wives and kids
4. For I can't get the old job,|
And can't get a new,
Can't carry on as I used to do
I look around me, and what do I see?
5. Thousands and thousands of fellows
And I confess I was contented, more or less,
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