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Oh King of Prussia
You mighty man
I've had it with your service
I'm fed up unto here
What shall we do
In this valley of tears
There's nothing to be had
But poverty and agony
Upon the arrival of spring
The great heat kicks in
And we have to exercize
Til the sweat's soaking our backs
And we have to exercize
From daybreak unto Noon
And our cursed lives
We carry through the entire day
And when the drill is over
We go back and stand watch
Nobody even raises the question
Wether we had to eat or not
No brandy in our wineskins
And no white bread to chew
Just smoking bad tabacco
That's how we bide our time
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And if we hear a brisk "Attention !"
And we make one wrong move
Already we hear yelling
"That guy must clear the ranks !"
We have to drop the ammo pouch
And put the saber aside
And they beat us with zeal
Til we can't move a limb
Dear Sirs, don't b astonished
When one goes and deserts
We're being just like dogs
With beatings strained and worn out
And if they drag us back again
They won't hang us by the neck
Martial law is being announced
"This one has to run the gauntlet !"
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And when we run the gauntlet
They treat us to some music
With trombone and trumpet
And everybody's at it
Then we will get beaten
From many a musketeer
Some folks they have compassion
Some others think we earned it
And finally when we're old
Where should we turn
We've lost our health
And our Strength has left us too
And finally we'll be told
Like a bird without a nest
Go grampa take your knapsack
You've been a soldier too !
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