The Grand Old Duke of York
saw thirty thousand dead
he hoped that it was the top of the hill
and they’d come straight down again.
And when they went up they went up
and when they went up it was sad.
But when they started down again
He sighed and thought it was good.
And when they were up they were up
But when they were down were they down?
And when they were only half way up
Were they either up or down?
And when they were up we were sad
And when they were down we were glad
But when they were only half way down
We all gave up and relaxed.
The Grand Old Duke of York
Saw thirty thousand dead
And when they reached the foot of the hill
Would they start back up again?
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