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MY OLD GRENADE
Tune—‘‘My Old Shako”
I MIND the day, my old grenade, When first we met at war,’Twas in a little billet place Six months ago and more;I dreamt that I should be cashiered, As I went to the Orderly Room—’Twas then I met our Adjutant, And he spoke my final doom.
Heigh-ho, you have got to knowAll about the bombs and how to detonate and throw,And then I hope you’ll bring us back, when to the line we go,Ten, twenty, thirty, forty Bosches in a row.
I recollect, my old grenade, The time I tried that same,
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