When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains And the women come
out to cut up what remains Just roll to your
rifle and blow out your brains An'go to your Gawd
like a soldier.
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When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, And the women come out to cut up what remains, Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains An' go to your Gawd like a soldier. Go, go, go like a soldier, Go, go, go like a soldier, Go, go, go like a soldier, So-oldier of the Queen!
rudyard kipling