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    WHEN MARGARET WAS ELEVEN
    (Pete St. John)

    My father sailed away, and the band played tunes of glory
    A giant man with ribbons and bedeviled dignity.
    A regimental sergeant the back bone of the Empire
    For God and righteous glory, bound for High Germany.

    Chorus:
    Sweet Lord I was just seven, when Margaret was eleven,
    They served us war for breakfast and soldiers songs for tea
    Your father's gone campaignin' was a way of not explainin'
    That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity

    My childhood passed away midst tales and lurid stories
    Of manufactured glories and inhuman gallantry
    I asked "when is war over?" But no one deemed to answer me
    And Margaret played the dreaded tune called High Germany.

    Chorus:
    Sweet Lord I was just seven, when Margaret was eleven,
    They served us war for breakfast and soldiers songs for tea
    Your father's gone campaignin' was a way of not explainin'
    That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity

    My father made it home but he came without his reason
    Two eyes of molten madness a senseless fool of war
    He's just a child - my mother cried to be dressed in full regalia
    And paraded as a hero home from High Germany.

    Chorus:
    Sweet Lord I was just seven, when Margaret was eleven,
    They served us war for breakfast and soldiers songs for tea
    Your father's gone campaignin' was a way of not explainin'
    That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumanity

    There were tunes glory for Margaret and me
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