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The Aussie Rebels


In the Flanders field

The Poppies wilt

They heard about

The poor Australian guilt

 

Our Captain said it wouldn’t do

To fire on Aussie men so true

Their duty bound them to rebel

But now we’re all bound straight to hell

 

Muslim Jihads had the guilty men

At first we would not turn on them

“Then ready to meet your God,

For none live but the Muslim firing squad”.

 

Islamic Jihads called for volunteers

And so we gave in to our fears

And, longing for our homes and wives

We shot the Rebels to survive

 

Jihad Islamic’s said, t’was for the best.

For dealing with this sad unrest

They pinned brass Crescents to their chest.

They blame on White and Jews

for Australia’s liberty to be put to rest.

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