��SOLDIER, SOLDIER
Soldier, soldier, off to the war.
Take me a letter to my sweetheart O.
He's gone away to France
With his carbine and his lance,
And a lock of brown hair of his sweetheart 0.
Fair maid of London, happy may you be
To know so much of your sweetheart O.
There's not a handsome lad,
To get the chance he's had.
But would skip, with a kiss for his sweetheart 0.
Soldier, soldier, whatever shall I do
If the cruel Germans take my sweetheart 0?
They'll pen him in the jail
And starve him thin and pale,
With never a kind word from his sweetheart 0.
Fair maid of London, is that all you see
Of the lad you've taken for your sweetheart ?
He'll make his prison ring
With his God Save the King
And his God bless the blue eyes of my sweetheart O I
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