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From playing fields to killing fields: just one small step of madness.
Officer training, uniform, boys together shower together.
Rank and file can be just fine but that's not what we're here for.
So, sign upon the dotted line, be commissioned, Hell for leather.
How we sang that old school song, from Pirates of Penzance.
Foemen bearing steel, we slapped our chests and raised our voices.
No mad poets we, or painters twee but young men with a yearning
to flex our might for all that's right when face with moral choices.
Wrapped in the old school song, we fly our colours high.
Bravo! The old school song! Harsh reality, by and by.
Dad delivered us from the Hun and we reflect his selfless deed
on this desert plain of conflict where special forces, choppers need.
Fly-boy coming to collect you, lift you up and then protect you.
Be this gung or be this ho, may glorious battle resurrect you.
Wrapped in the old school song, we fly our colours high.
Bravo! The old school song! Harsh reality, by and by.
- Álbum:
- Homo Erraticus
- Thick As a Brick 2
- Miscellaneous
- Walk Into Light
- The Best Of Acoustic Jethro Tull
- The Secret Language Of Birds
- Progressive Rock
- Prog Rock Christmas Explosion
- This Is Space Rock
- Warriors Of Rock
- Prog Rock Christmas
- Classic Rock Mega Hits
- Prog Rock Avant-Garde Music
- 60s & 70s Acid Flash
- Prog Rock Xmas
- Thick As a Brick - Live In Iceland
- Postcard Day
- Repertoire: 15th Anniversary Sampler 1988-2003
- The Best of Acoustic Jethro Tull (Remastered)
- Ian Anderson Plays the Orchestral Jethro Tull