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CH: Out of shape leather
Thrown by the door
Dirty old laces
Frayed and torn
Spiders weaving
Their webs inside
Ragged old boots
Once worn with pride.
V1. Down in the trenches
Covered in dirt
Fighting a war
That no-one deserved
V2. Spit and polished
Marching proud
Stomp to attention
For cheering crowds
CH: Out of shape leather
Thrown by the door
Dirty old laces
Frayed and torn
Spiders weaving
Their webs inside
Ragged old boots
Once worn with pride.
V3. Retired officer
Still marches on
Anzac Day
Salutes the throng
V4. Shrivelled gent
Wheelchair bound
Crippled feet
Make no sound.
CH: Out of shape leather
Thrown by the door
Dirty old laces
Frayed and torn
Spiders weaving
Their webs inside
Ragged old boots
Once worn with pride.
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