Track 2133/7The ASC To War Have Gone

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The A.S.C. to the war have gone At the base at half, you will find them Their shining spurs they have girded on But they've left their bayonets behind them What's the sense, cried the A.S.C., of taking to France the damned things? Their only use, it seems to me, is to open the Tommy's jam tins But thank the Lord for A.S.C., the pride and joy of the nation Who bring a Pulley and jam and tea and a Macanagie ration Here's good luck to the A.S.C., though if they never come, boys I bet we'd get all the strawberry instead of apple and plum, boys