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| ‘OH, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be? | |
| You may be good for something but you are not good for me. | |
| Oh, go where you are wanted, for you are not wanted here. | |
| And that was all the farewell when I parted from my dear. | |
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| ‘I will go where I am wanted, to a lady born and bred | 5 |
| Who will dress me free for nothing in a uniform of red; | |
| She will not be sick to see me if I only keep it clean: | |
| I will go where I am wanted for a soldier of the Queen. | |
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| ‘I will go where I am wanted, for the sergeant does not mind; | |
| He may be sick to see me but he treats me very kind: | 10 |
| He gives me beer and breakfast and a ribbon for my cap, | |
| And I never knew a sweetheart spend her money on a chap. | |
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| ‘I will go where I am wanted, where there’s room for one or two, | |
| And the men are none too many for the work there is to do; | |
| Where the standing line wears thinner and the dropping dead lie thick; | 15 |
| And the enemies of England they shall see me and be sick.’ | |
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