From: scerir (scerir@libero.it)
Date: Sun Feb 16 2003 - 15:10:35 MST
[demonstration? here they were singing
wide and loud this strophe]
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier of the Queen!
[from 'The Young British Soldier',
by Rudyard Kipling]
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