An old man once wove me a story
With tales of blood, guts and glory
Obediently I sat down and took heed
Lad let me tell you of life and my creed
I was in a bad way behind enemy lines
Stealthily hidden and waiting for the sign
The day would be over if they spotted me
Reluctantly I broke cover and ran for the sea
Each day I ask to be forgiven for what was done
As I reached my mark I heard the wails of my men
Sign given and pistol loaded I prepared for sin
On three a well designed trap will be sprang
Now and then freedom has to be bought with a bang
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