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Fall - "Gross Chapel-Gb Grenadiers" lyrics

Porterage down

The dark gross chapel

He stepped streets around now

Sales person mobile

Porterage down

Dark gross chapel

He stepped streets around now

Was introduced by a woman loose-limbed, slim

One woke up to a whitewashed ugly wall - whoosh!

Made worse by dirty postcards
Trapped in their town

Theyre embracing criminals in panicky hall

No temper for fall group

Ill put you down

Porterage down
To the dark gross chapel

He stepped streets around now

Sales-person, mobile

Ill put you down

To the gross chapel

You were right said peter

Dying for a smoke
But you shouldnt have said to the police

Jobs I do are little things

Like the chemist coming on insulted
They were as fed up as I was

Waiting outside after putting blame on you

Porterage down

Ask him! I am ailing

Porterage down

Then let us fill a bumper,

And drink a health to those

Who carry caps and pouches,

And wear the louped clothes.

May they and their commanders

Live happy all their years

Wheneer we are commanded

To storm the palisades

Our leaders march with fusees,

And we with hand grenades.

We throw them from the glacis,

About the enemies ears.

Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row,

For the british grenadiers.

Ill put you down
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