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2 августа 2016 г., 03:27
Oh! Where would I be when my froat was dry?
Oh! Where would I be when the bullets fly?
Oh! Where would I be when I come to die?
Why,
Somewheres anigh my chum.
If ’e’s liquor ’e’ll give me some,
If I’m dyin’ ’e’ll ’old my ’ead,
An’ ’e’ll write ’em ’Ome when I’m dead.—
Gawd send us a trusty chum!
Barrack Room Ballad.
