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We are the Sons of the Desert,
Having the time of our lives.
Marching along, two thousand strong,
Far from our sweethearts and wives, God bless them.
Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the boys are marching,
And dancing to this melody.
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm,
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm,
Sons of the Desert are we! |
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