Gethsemane
The Garden called Gethsemane In Picardy it was, And there the people came to see The English soldiers pass. We used to pass, we used to pass Or halt, as it might be, And ship our masks in case of gas Beyond Gethsemane. The Garden called Gethsemane, It held a pretty lass, But all the time she talked to me I prayed my cup might pass. The officer sat on the chair, The men lay on the grass, And all the time we halted there I prayed my cup might pass. It didn't pass, it didn't pass, It didn't pass from me. I drank it when we met the gas Beyond Gethsemane!
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"The Garden called Gethsemane..."
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