He was there
When David Slew

Then again at Waterloo
With javelin, staff and sling
With shots that ring
He was there

With ball and sword and spear
He makes the dark appear
From Tripoli to Gallipoli
He was there

When tempers swell
Where does he dwell?
Behind the gates of Hell!
He is there

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