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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.
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 know
All 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.
All 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,
The time I tried that same,
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