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They seek us in this unquiet zone
They chase us on from hole to hole
They hunt us down like carrion crows
They search us out like frightened moles

This surely is a dreadful war
An awful waste of guts and gore
An awful waste of human life
This senseless, bloody, bitter strife

We huddled close against the ground
Scared to make the slightest sound
And all around the great guns boom
The constant march of pending doom
They seek us in this unquiet zone   They chase us on from hole to hole   They hunt us down like carrion crows   They search us out like frightened moles      This surely is a dreadful war   An awful waste of guts and gore   An awful waste of human life   This senseless, bloody, bitter strife      We huddled close against the ground   Scared to make the slightest sound   And all around the great guns boom   The constant march of pending doom