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Was punctured in the leg or lung
They looked upon the argument as settled

III 

It used to be that when a lad
Spake roughly to Sir Galahad

He ran 'em through the liver and forgot it
It really made no difference then

They had to have some discipline
And pulled a bone, by gad you got it

But now the army's sporting blood
Has turned to sickening yellow mud
And when gross disrespect is manifested
They do not disembowel a guy
As real men did in days gone by
They merely have the dirty brute arrested

IV

In days of old, the knights of yore
Belonging to the Flying Corps