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Becos a crook done in a prince, an' narked an Emperor, / An' struck a light that set the world aflame; / Becos the bugles East an' West sooled on the dawgs o' war, / A bloke called Ginger Mick 'as found 'is game - / Found 'is game an' found 'is brothers, 'oo wus strangers in 'is sight, / Till they shed their silly clobber an' put on the duds fer fight.
Yes, they've shed their silly clobber an' the other stuff they wore / Fer to 'ide the man beneath it in the past; / An' each man is the clean, straight man 'is Maker meant 'im for, / An' each man knows 'is brother man at last. / Shy strangers, till a bugle blast preached 'oly brother'ood; / But mateship they 'ave found at last; an' they 'ave found it good.