Oh, What a Lovely War

Some call it war, some call it slaughter,

But I know there's more to it than that.

Our leaders, they give us their platitudes,

But as always, their words all fall flat.

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From the fronts of the west, to the east and the south,

To war on seas so deep and wide.

Such now is the natural order of things,

As bloodshed our peoples abide.

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Fathers and sons, they both die together,

Husbands won't hear widows' wails.

Fated to bleed, and fated to die,

Deep in the mud, faces pale.

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Warhorses many, tanks on the ground,

Planes and zeppelins in the air.

Armoured trains mighty, battleships long,

More instruments of death and despair.

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A new age of war, a new age for the world,

People all over, rejoice.

Bullets and shells, weapons your words now,

Louder than ever your voice.

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And we are your subjects, your soldiers so many,

The ones who for your sakes we toil.

The ones who shall fight, the ones who shall die,

The ones whose bodies feed the soil.

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So sally forth lads, the war is still on,

The sun, it shines bright in the sky.

So all sally forth, our foes, they await,

Sally forth to fight and fall and die.

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Update (09/10/16): Corrected "far" to "fall."