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The Bratislava goat is doing well.
Song
1. The buck from Bratislava has a good job, ; His horse doesn't give a damn about hay or oats. ; He has a hundred and twenty sharps stuffed in his calf, ; Little angel, I'm a soldier for you. ; ; 2. Little angel, I wasn't a soldier yet, ; I swore an oath several times at Ablakid. ; But since I've been a soldier, little angel, ; I can't swear an oath at Ablakid anymore. ; ; 3. The rose that they smell is gone, ; The little girl that they don't kiss is gone. ; Let me be gone, little angel, I don't mind, ; If they take you as a soldier.