Well hush my children don't you cry
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The troubles will soon all be over
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The tears that swell in every eye
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Will fall to the ground and bring clover
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The soldiers are only teenage boys
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The same as in Durban or Dover
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So rein aside all your warring toys
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The troubles will soon all be over
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Well hush my children go to sleep
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The troubles will soon all be over
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Their bombs will form a rusting heap
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For flowers and fern to grow over
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Their leaders are only drunk with fear
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They wouldn't do this be they sober
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And when they drink our friendship clear
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The troubles will soon all be over
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The Troubles
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| XTC |
