O soldiers

by | Mar 28, 2010 | Poetry | 0 comments

Who fought never giving in
Made a joke
At the merry inn
Were thrash um
Were slash um
Dent the pupils of their eyes right in
Were fight for England
Were fight for the queen
We’re get back what is rightfully ours
And while we do were sing out loud
These are the days
Those were the nights
Where stars provided with forever guiding light
Through mystic days
And weary sight
We beat them all
Never giving up a fight.


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