If memory serves this was a special branch of the
Militaty U.K.
Those boys came to town to play.
Weekend rabble loose on leave.
Ready set by the truckloads.
Bully mother ******* in jungle boots.
Ready to blow a few months pay
And whip anyone's *** for looking the wrong way.
Rowdy and loud.
Imperialist ******
Long on swagger short on ****
Eh mate got any sisters about?
Asked one blatherin putz as he stimbled about.
Every now and then one strayed from the pack
Drunk and disorderly. Four sheets to the wind.
Well... he kept close after that.
I was about 8 when I became aware that
The big loud men in kilts and fatigues were men
On a mission an ill wind.
but victims of power same as we.
God save our gracious king
God save our glorious king. God save the king
Send him victorious.
Happy and glorious.
Long to reign over us.
God save the king.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
If memory serves this was a special branch of the
Militaty U.K.
Those boys came to town to play.
Weekend rabble loose on leave.
Ready set by the truckloads.
Bully mother ******* in jungle boots.
Ready to blow a few months pay
And whip anyone's *** for looking the wrong way.
Rowdy and loud.
Imperialist ******
Long on swagger short on ****
Eh mate got any sisters about?
Asked one blatherin putz as he stimbled about.
Every now and then one strayed from the pack
Drunk and disorderly. Four sheets to the wind.
Well... he kept close after that.
I was about 8 when I became aware that
The big loud men in kilts and fatigues were men
On a mission an ill wind.
but victims of power same as we.
God save our gracious king
God save our glorious king. God save the king
Send him victorious.
Happy and glorious.
Long to reign over us.
God save the king.
Colonial indoctrination. We sang that song every morning in school.
Those blokes were bigger than life. And not all bad either.
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