Listen up,
O, Brothers-in-arms!
We march now,
In the dead of night;
Through the swamps,
And then the plains,
We march...
We'll lose a brother...or hundred,
Yet we march!
A grenade or a hundred blasting our way,
Yet we march!
Keep those muzzles up,
Shoot every bastard on the way!
Lift those chins up,
As we pave our nation's way!
Victory be ours in the battles to come,
After, we'll bathe in rum!
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PoetryI'll be entertaining y'all while playing with words. Rest assured you won't leave without an impression. Sit back and enjoy!
