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 I remember respectfully like others before me

 All those folk who fell in the war

 And I hear you singing songs of lamentation

 But I don’t wish to hear them no more

What did you do in the time of the war? It’s a question asked by everyone

 I stood in a line my screwdriver in hand making aircraft out at Laverton

  So don’t sing no songs about Waltzing Matilda

  Don’t tell me I tried, don’t tell me I failed

  For all I recall is the scorn of the women

  And a white feather that I received in the mail

 I remember the day I went down to enlist

 And they said “Read this chart on the wall”

 I remember the tone of the voice of the doctor

 As he said to me: “That will be all. Thank you very much”

 Riding home slowly I sat on my tram not sure if to laugh or to cry

 For to train in the camps, sure, a man needs his lamps

 And a good soldier he must have good eyes

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 Well it takes more than bullets to murder and maim

 Whether worn down or beaten a death’s still a death

 And you know sometimes when I think back to the forties

 I pray for my very last breath

 You know I have nothing against those who fought

 But for Christ’s sake we do what we can

 And there’s more than one way that you can skin a cat

 And there’s more than one way you can cripple a man

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