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|When you're lying in your hammock, sleeping soft and
Without a care or trouble on your mind,
And there's nothing to disturb you but the engines going round,
And you're dreaming of the girl you left behind;
In the middle of your joys you'll be wakened by a noise,
And a clatter on the deck above your crown,
And you'll hear the corporal shout as he turns the picket out,
`There's another blessed horse fell down.'
You can see 'em
in the morning, when you're cleaning out the stall,
And when the war is over and the fighting all is done,
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