Young men and soldiers, nineteen fourteen.
Marching through countries they'd never seen
Virgins with rifles, a game of charades
All for a children's crusade
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The children of England would never be slaves
They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves
The Flower of England face down in the mud
And stained in the blood of a whole generation
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Repeat Chorus
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