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[taleya]

With a downwind blast from his doughy ass,
Like a lance of fire he shot up the mast.
As he mumbled blasphemous epitaphs,
"I am the sailor."
And the captain cried with a mighty heave-ho
"Enemy sighted on the starboard bow.
Load your cannons, let 'em go.
For God is on our side, boys."

In the dust and sand of a foreign land.
Hands afire he buried his friend.
He beat his brow and cursing foul he said:
"I am the soldier"
And the private laughed as he reached the bluff,
His gun barrel smoking, "Enough's enough.
We've done more damage than old Macduff.
And God is full of pride, boys."

He flew through the flak on the first attack,
A bomb bay open on a missiles back.
"Here's the payload", he crudely spat,
"I am the airman."
And the General sighed "This is our last stand,
Let every man say 'Amen',
For we'll not see daylight again.
And tonight we meet our God, boys."

Well the airman plunged into the pine,
And the sailor drowned in the briny brine,
And the soldier in haste put his foot on a mine.

And it comes to all in time, boys.
For on the day they died, boys,
God was on the other side, boys.