All For The Roses

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    He's twenty-five, he's sick and tired, it's time to try the other side,
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    the B&I to paradise, to sergeants and their men.
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    He's never been to Dun Na Ri,       combed the beaches after three,
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    chips and beer and greenery, brothers one and all.
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    He signed and took the soldiers crest, a decent man in battle dress,
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    when bugles blow you do your best, for sergeants and their men.

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    All  for the roses, over the sea.

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    He's way ahead, he's second to none, with his fabrique nationali gun,
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    marching bands with Saxon blood, sergeants and their men.
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    They landed with the sinking sun, an invasion by the media run,
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    they covered up and they kissed with tongues,
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    sergeants and their men.
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    But the phantom gunner danced the end,
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    and battered human bodies bled,
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    they butchered us, we butchered them, sergeants and their men.

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    All  for the roses, over the sea.
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    All for the roses, Finglas boys to be.

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    Now a flower of sleep grows on his grave,
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    forgotten soon the cowards and the brave,
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    but the coldest hate still lives today, for sergeants and their men.

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    All  for the roses, over the sea.
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    All for the roses, Finglas boys to be.