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90 Cards in this Set
- Front
- Back
- 3rd side (hint)
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What strikes me about this...
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What strikes me about this in retrospect is how little I seem to have prepaired for writing what is in any view and ambitious novel
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Birdsong Faulks Intro Vintage 1994
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Farwell...
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Farwell to memories
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Pre War novel title By Aldigton
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This book is not about...
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This books is not ab out heroes. English poetry in bot get fit to speak of them.
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Owen intro
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Gl...
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Glozed
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Exposure Owen
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the great and....
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the great and flashing magpie he flies as artists might
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Magpies In Picardy Wilson
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But days shall...
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but days shall clasp him with firm hands and night shall fold him if soft wings
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Into Battle Grenfell
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Ten to...
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Ten to make and the match to win
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Vitae Lampada Newbolt
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Tally ho, pip...
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Tally ho, pip pip and how's your uncle? Yes, in England we say hello.
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Blackadder Goes Forth Elton and Curtis
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Your wait...
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Your wait for certain death is almost over.
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Blackadder Goes Forth Elton and Curtis
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You worship...
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You worship decoration. You think Chivalry redeems wars disgrace. You make us shells.
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Glory of Women Sassoon
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King and...
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King and country is "the biggest work of fiction since vows of fidelity were introduced into the french mariage service"
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Blackadder Goes Forth Elton and curtis
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Raleigh: (Laughing shortly...
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Raleigh: (Laughing shortly) I can't imagine the end of six days here
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Journey's End Sherriff
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Clearly Field marshall ...
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Clearly Field marshall Haig is going to make a gargantuan effort to move his drinks cabinet six inches closer to Berlin
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Blackadder Goes Forth Elton and Curtis
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Boldly they rode and well...
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Boldly they rode and well, into the jaws or death, into the mouth of hell
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Charge of the lightbrigade Tennyson
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His landmark...
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his landmark is a kopje crest
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Drummer Hodge Hardy
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And two things ...
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And two things have altered not since first the world began, the beauty of the wild green earth and the bravery of man
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Magpies in Picardy Wilson
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(nature) learns to the...
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(nature) leans to the suns gaze glorying
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Into battle Grenfell
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Ah! Yes, the...
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Ah! Yes, the special mission
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Blackadder Goes Forth Elton and Curtis
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Raleigh: Were you and I...
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R: Were you and I picked specially?
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Journey's End Sherriff
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Remember: Captain Dar...
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Remember: Captain Darling and I are behind you
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Blackadder Goes Forth elton and Curtis
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Colonel: I'm certain...
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Colonel: I'm certain you'll put on a good show
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Journey's End Sherriff
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(no candles) in the...
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(no candles) in the hands of boys but in their eyes shall shine holy glimmers of goodbye
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Anthem for Doomed Youth Owen
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If any question...
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If any quetion why we died/ tell them, cause our fathers lied
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Common Form Kipling
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Even our...
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Even our acne had a strange nobility about it
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Blackadder Goes Forth Elton and Curtis
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Only the stuttering...
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Only the stuttering rifles rapid rattle
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Anthem for Doomed Youth Owen
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No hurincane...
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No hurricane of bullets met him, no tearing metal kiss
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Birdsong Faulks
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(Bladric uses a...
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(Bladric uses a rat to polish a boot)
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Blackadder Goes Forth Elton and Curtis
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Lieu: It's a leg, sir...
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Lieu: It's a leg sir CO:Well get rid of it Sargent: An' what the bloody 'ell will I hang my equiptment on
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Oh! What a lovely war Littlewood
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Stanhope: After coming out of this night air...
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Stanhope: After coming out of the night air this place must have reeked of candle-grease and rats - and whiskey
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Journey's End Sherriff
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schlegel family =
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schlegel family - "german of the dreadful sort"
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Howards End Foster
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Raleigh: The German are really...
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Raleigh: The German are really quite decent aren't they? I mean, outside of the newspapers
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Journeys End Sherriff
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SM: Alright, Sonny,...
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SM: Alright, Sonny, we ain't going to hurt you
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Journey End Sherriff
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Sings well for...
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Sings well for a bastard, don't 'e?
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Oh! What a lovely war Littlewood
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He thought how "Jack"...
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He thought how "Jack", cold footed, useless swine had paniced down the trench
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The Hero Sassoon
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Hibert: Go on, then, ...
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Hibert: Go on, then, shoot!, I swear I'll never go back into those trenches again. Shoot!-And thank god
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Journey's End Sherriff
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Who'll grip...
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Who'll grip and tackle the job unaffraid?
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Who's for The Game Pope
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Ten to...
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Ten to make and the match to win
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Vitae Lampada Newbolt
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Osbourne: He's a splendid...
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Osbourne: He's a splendid chap Raleigh: Isn't he? He was skipper for rugger at Barford and kept wicket for the eleven.
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Journey's End Sherriff
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Hodge forever be...
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Hodge forever be/ his homely northern breast and brain
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Drummer Hodge Hardy
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That there is some corner
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That there is some corner of a foreigh field that is forever England
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The Soldier Brooke
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The last great...
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The last Great English man is low
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Ode to the Duke of Wellington Tennyson
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So there it ...
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So there it is. They have trains now in England
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Birdsong Faulks
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Schlegel =...
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Germans of the dreadful sort
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Howards End Forster
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With an empires...
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with an empires lamentation
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ode to the duke of wellington tennyson
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The last...
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The last great Englishman is low
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Od to the duke of wellington Tennyson
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some corner of...
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some corner of a foreign field which is forever England
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The soldier Brookes
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Honor the charge they...
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honor the charge they made, honor the lightbrigade, noble six hundred
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charge of the lightbrigade Tennyson
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I cannot, even with the best motives...
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I cannot, even with the best motives in the world, but myself up behind scholastic walls and pretend as if I am forgetting the war
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Letters of a lost generation Brittain
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Then they gave him...
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Then they gave him morphia - and you know the rest
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Letters of a lost generation Brittain
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Glo...
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Glozed
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Exposure Owen
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Worried by silence sentries whisper...
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worried by silence, sentries curious, nervous, but nothings happens
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Exposure Owen
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are more...
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are more than I can tell
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magpies in picardy wilson
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His blood is in...
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his blood is in the roses veins... the earth on his seale(accent)d eyes
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A girls song Tynan
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MArch of the....
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march of the galdiators: Circuis parade is lead by a pierrot, cartwheeling
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Oh! What a lovely war Littlewood
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Ungen...
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ungenerated
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Birdsong Faulks
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Eva: Force them to...
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Eva: Force them to tell us properly
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The Accrington Pals Whelan
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Boom boom boom...
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boom boom boom, let me guess, boom etc
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Blackadder goes Forth Elton and Curtis
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The soldier dying ...
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The soldier dying dies upon a kiss, the very kiss of christ
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Summer in England 1914 Meynell
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Chide thou no ...
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Chide thou no more, O thou unsacraficed
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Summer in England 1914 Meynell
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Such a brave...
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Such a brave, gay coverlet to such a bed
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The Cenotaph Mew
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Your country is up to her...
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Your country is up to her neck in a fight, and she's looking and calling for you
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Who's For The Game Pope
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You have not died...
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You have not died, it is not true, instead you seek adventure in some other place
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The Wind on the Downs Allen
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There's a scarlet...
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There's a scarlet cross on my breast, my dear, and a torn cross with your name
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Camplight Cannan
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Would I were...
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Would I were lying where he lies, and sleeping sweetly by his side
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A Girls Song Tynan
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You love us when ...
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You love us when we're heroes, home on leave, or wounded in some mentionable place
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Glory of Women Sassoon
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Half a league, half ...
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Half a league, half a league all in the valley of death, rode the six hundred
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The Charge of the lightbrigade Tennyson
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(What 'appens if the boche ...
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(What 'appens if the boche 'as got all round the back of us) Stanhope: Then we advance and win the war
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Journey's End Sherriff
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If I should die...
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If I swhould die, think only this of me
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The Soldier Brooke
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And strange eye'd...
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And strenge eye'd constellations rule his stars eternally
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Dummer Hodge Hardy
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Drooping tongues...
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Drooping tongues from jays that slob their relish
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Mental cases Owen
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England, in...
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England, in this great fight
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Pro Patria Seaman
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You have your...
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You have your quarrel just
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Pro Patria Seaman
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Ten to ...
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Ten to make and the match to win
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Vitae Lampada Newbolt
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Who's for the trench -...
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Who's for the trench - Are you my laddie
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The Call Pope
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With no lance...
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With no lance broke in life's tournament
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The Volenteer Asquith
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That there is some corner...
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that there is some corner of a foreign field that is forever England
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The Soldier Brooke
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His Landmark is...
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His landmark is a kopje crest
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Drummer Hodge Hardy
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Would I were...
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Would I were lying where he lies, sleeping sweetly by his side
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A Girls Song Tynan
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I cannot, even...
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I cannot, even with the best motives in the world, shut myself up behind scholastic walls and pretend as if I am forgetting the war.
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Letter's of a Lost Generation Brittain
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We'll get that bloody...
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We'll get that bloody mayor stood in front of us
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The Accrington Pals Whelan
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What passing...
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What passing bells for those who die as cattle
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Anthem for Doomed Youth Owen
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A war which would have been a dam sight...
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A war which would have been a dam sight simple if we had simply stayed in England and shot fifty thousand of our own men a week
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Blackadder Goes Forth Elton and curtis
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War's Hell....
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War's hell, and if you doubt the same
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A Dead Boche Graves
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I am making this statement...
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I am making this statement as an act of wilful defiance of military authority
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Sassoons declaration
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he thought how "Jack"...
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He thought how "Jack" coldfooted, useless swine had paniced down the trench
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The Hero Sassoon
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If any question...
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If any question why we died, tell them, because our fathers lied
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Common Form Kipling
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Loved and were loved...
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Loved and were loved, and now we lie in flanders flieds
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Flanders Fields McCrae
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poppies blow between...
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poppies blow between the crosses
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Flanders Fields McCrae
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Hide that red we thing...
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Hide that red wet /thing, I must somehow forget
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To His Love Gurney
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Hide that...
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Hide that red wet/thing I must somehow forget
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To his love Gurney
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