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Old School Song - Ian Anderson

From playing fields to killing fields:

Just one small step of madness

Officer training uniform boys

Together shower together

Rank and file can be just fine but

That's not what we're here for

So sign upon the dotted line

Be commissioned Hell for leather

How we sang that old school song

From Pirates of Penzance

Foemen bearing steel we slapped

Our chests and raised our voices

No mad poets we or painters twee

But young men with a yearning

To flex our might for all that's right

When face with moral choices

Wrapped in the old school song

We fly our colours high

Bravo The old school song

Harsh reality by and by

Dad delivered us from the Hun

And we reflect his selfless deed

On this desert plain of conflict

Where special forces choppers need

Fly boy coming to collect you

Lift you up and then protect you

Be this gung or be this ho

May glorious battle resurrect you

Wrapped in the old school song

We fly our colours high

Bravo The old school song

Harsh reality by and by