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The Somme

All charged up with Glory

They joined up as pals

The first sign of war

The noise from the shells

Those young men called Tommy

They wanted some fun

They travelled to France

To put paid to the Hun

They climbed from their Trenches

Twas nineteen sixteen

The German machine guns

A killing machine

So many went forward

Not many went back

A badly planned fight

An atrocious attack

So think of them fondly

As they’ve faded away

They gave all they had

So that you had today


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