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It's making me sick mum
I don't like the food much
It's cold at night times
I don't like this life much
We're up at five a.m.
We're just walking round and round again
I don't like the sergeant
He's making me sick mum

In the paddy fields [x2]

I hear voices
Late at night mum
The tones are cold ones
In a strange tongue
I saw a mate of mine cop it
Right in the face mum
I kind of wish it was mine

In the paddy fields [x2]

Shoot that gun sonny boy
Run the bajonets left and right
Here we go Angola
Writee home to your mother tell her
Her son was a brave boy

In the paddy fields [x4]

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