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Barracks Barracks
Song
1. Barracks, barracks,
Not the house of God,
But of many a brown, big Balony girl,
Withering baby inside.
2. Wither away, baby, wither away,
You are no longer mine.
While, while, while you were mine,
You were a blooming red rose.
3. Cemetery gate,
It is open all the way.
The big Balony girls go there,
They pick the flowers from me.
4. Pick, pick,
The flowers from me.
Just that one white aster,
Don't pick it from me.
5. If you tear it off,
Don't let it wither.
Plant it on top of my grave,
Deep in the black earth.
Not the house of God,
But of many a brown, big Balony girl,
Withering baby inside.
2. Wither away, baby, wither away,
You are no longer mine.
While, while, while you were mine,
You were a blooming red rose.
3. Cemetery gate,
It is open all the way.
The big Balony girls go there,
They pick the flowers from me.
4. Pick, pick,
The flowers from me.
Just that one white aster,
Don't pick it from me.
5. If you tear it off,
Don't let it wither.
Plant it on top of my grave,
Deep in the black earth.