Back to the Army again, sergeant, Back to the Army again: Out o' the cold an' the rain, sergeant, Out o' the cold an' the rain.

When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre, He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea; An' what he thought 'e might require, 'E went an' took - the same as me!

They change their skies above them, But not their hearts that roam!

We pulled for you when the wind was against us and the sails were low. Will you never let us go?

So many of my thoughts and feelings are shared by the English that England has turned into a second native land of the mind for me.

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