Paroles Gross Chapel -- British Grenadiers de Fall (The)

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Porterage downThe dark gross chapelHe stepped streets around nowSales person mobilePorterage downDark gross chapelHe stepped streets around nowWas introduced by a woman loose-limbed, slimOne woke up to a whitewashed ugly wall - whoosh!Made worse by dirty postcardsTrapped in their townThey're embracing criminals in panicky hallNo temper for Fall groupI'll put you downPorterage downTo the dark gross chapelHe stepped streets around nowSales-person, mobileI'll put you downTo the gross chapelYou were right said PeterDying for a smokeBut you shouldn't have said to the policeJobs I do are little thingsLike the chemist coming on insultedThey were as fed up as I wasWaiting outside after putting blame on youPorterage downAsk him! I am ailingPorterage downThen let us fill a bumper,And drink a health to thoseWho carry caps and pouches,And wear the louped clothes.May they and their commandersLive happy all their yearsWhene'er we are commandedTo storm the palisadesOur leaders march with fusees,And we with hand grenades.We throw them from the glacis,About the enemies' ears.Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row,For the British Grenadiers.I'll put you down

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