Little Lads And Grandsires, Women Old With Care; But All The Men Are Dying Men Or Dead Men Over There. No One Stops To Dig Graves; Who Has Time To Spare? The Dead Men, The Dead Men How The Dead Men Stare. Kings Are Out A-Hunting - Oh, The Sport Is Rare; With Dying Men And Dead Men Falling Everywhere. Life For Lads And Grandsires; Spoils For Kings To Share; And Dead Men, Dead Men, Dead Men Everywhere.
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