Intro
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You say you saw the Yorkshire Regiment 
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Go parading down our street 
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How it breaks my heart, those brave young lads 
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Marching off to that crooked beat 
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Marching off to that crooked beat 
 
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Here we wait each morning, to the drumming we drill 
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As our sergeant he barks and he bays 
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Oh, the jokes of the boys keep our spirits alive 
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I miss you more than I say 
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I miss you more than I say 
 
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The hot air hangs heavy on the village by day 
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In the fields where the poppies are grown 
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Where our bomb struck here, was a market last year 
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Now the children greet us with stones 
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The children greet us with stones 
 
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And it's funny to think as I write you this note 
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And I turn my head to the sky 
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The same stars that burn on this desert at night 
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Are shining down where you lie 
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Are shining down where you lie 
 
Instrumental
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We lost young Private Mitchell last week 
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His funeral was just today 
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And as the sandstorm stung our saluting hands 
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His body lifted away 
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His young body was lifted away 
 
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And as the bugle tune stopped playing it 
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On the wind it was carried away 
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Our Sergeant Brown he told us 
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He died for his nation's sake 
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He died for his nation's sake 
 
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But my mind started wandering later 
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To some thoughts so cold and grey 
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Do we give our lives for our country 
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Or by our leaders are they stolen away? 
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Or by our leaders are they stolen away? 
 
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And as I look around at us young lads 
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Smiling bravely in our uniforms 
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I wonder when I found I first liked them 
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Sons of those who wanted the war 
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Sons of those who wanted the war 
 
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So come ye squaddies from Banfrie Chapel 
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From Leeds and the towns to the north 
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The troop is our lives to our leaders 
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Hard luck, not a grain of sorrow 
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Hard luck, not a damn grain of sorrow 
 
Instrumental
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Verse
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You say you saw the Yorkshire Regiment 
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Go parading down our street 
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How it breaks my heart, those brave young lads 
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Marching off to that crooked beat 
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Marching off to that crooked beat