The Willing Conscript

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Oh Sergeant, I'm a draftee and I've just arrived in camp
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I've come to wear the uniform and join the martial tramp
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And I want to do my duty, but one thing I do implore
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You must give me lessons, sergeant, for I've never killed before

[Verse 2]
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To do my job obediently is all that I desire
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To learn my weapon thoroughly and how to aim and fire
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To learn to kill the enemy and then to slaughter more
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I'll need instruction, sergeant, for I've never killed before

[Verse 3]
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Now there are several lessons that I haven't mastered yet
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I haven't got the hang of how to use the bayonet
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If he doesn't die at once, am I to stick him with it more?
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Oh, I hope you will be patient, for I've never killed before

[Verse 4]
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Oh, there are rumors in the camp about our enemy
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They say that when you see him he looks just like you and me
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But you deny it, Sergeant, and you are a man of war
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So you must give me lessons, for I've never killed before

[Verse 5]
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The hand grenade is something that I just don't understand
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You've got to throw it quickly or you're apt to lose your hand
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Does it blow a man to pieces with its wicked, muffled roar?
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Oh, I've got so much to learn because I've never killed before

[Verse 6]
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Oh, I want to thank you, Sergeant, for the help you've been to me
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For you've taught me how to slaughter and to hate the enemy
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And I know that I'll be ready when they march me off to war
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And I know that it won't matter that I've never killed before
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And I know that it won't matter that I've never killed before