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In this war we're always moving, / Moving on; / When we make a friend another friend has gone; / Should a woman's kindly face / Make us welcome for a space, / Then it's boot and saddle, boys, we're / Moving on.
In the hospitals they're moving, / Moving on; / They're here today, tomorrow they are gone; / When the bravest and the best / Of the boys you know "go west", / Then you're choking down your tears and / Moving on.