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War...

War never changes

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOeYPpOblAw

Here's forty shillings on the drum,
For those who volunteer to come,
To 'list and fight the foe today,
Over the Hills and far away.

Chorus:
O'er the hills and o'er the Main,
Through Flanders, Portugal, and Spain,
King George commands and we obey,
Over the hills and far away.

When duty calls me I must go,
To stand and face another foe,
But part of me will always stray,
Over the hills and far away.
[Chorus]

If I should fall to rise no more,
As many comrades did before,
Then ask the pipes and drums to play,
Over the hills and far away.
[Chorus]

Then fall in lads behind the drum,
With colours blazing like the sun,
Along the road to come what may,
Over the hills and far away.
[Chorus] X4


There was a time that my friends and I would drink and sing this song (and others) because it meant something to us.

But that time has long passed.

My wife still hears me sing it sometimes, quietly, by myself. But more bitterly now I think, because, for all of those memories, the song means something entirely different to me now.

Over the hills and over the Main. Through Flanders, Portugal, and Spain. King George commanded and we obeyed. Over the hills and far away.

And in the end it was all for nothing.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WOeYPpOblAw

Just like trannies