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Said the soldier to the Surgeon, "I've got noises in me head / And a kind o' filled up feeling after every time I'm fed; / I can sleep all night on picket, but I can't sleep in my bed". / And the Surgeon said, / "That's Lead!"
Said the soldier to the surgeon, "Do you think they'll send me back? / For I really ain't adapted to be carrying a pack / Though I've humped a case of whisky half a mile upon my back". / And the Surgeon said, / "That's Lead!"