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All soldiers of the lower ranks unite
put away your guns, refuse to fight,
you're only protecting the Officer's money
so they can continue to gorge on milk and honey.
These rulers sit in marble halls,
scratching their tiny in-bred balls, while you,
shed your blood for King and Country,
give half your corn to the landed gentry.
Place your weapons on a mountain-high fire,
incinerate destruction on that peaceful pyre.
Then sit and watch your rulers plight...
as all soldiers of the lower ranks unite.
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