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It took twenty years to build this fleet
Four years to lose the war
Millions dead and no one knows
What the dying was all for
The King's run off to Holland and they jailed the mutineers
Six months since the killing stopped
We were still anchored here
Maybe a country rose and fell in Oldenburg god only knows
And all we saw was the rise and fall of the tides in Scapa Flow
We were ragged we were dirty
Though we knew didn't care
Our only flag was a linen rag
As lank and lousy as our hair
Esprit de corps and dignity they ran off with our hope
One day I robbed an officer
I sold his iron cross for soap
The day was June the twenty first
And the year nineteen nineteen
The day the seacocks opened
Still the strangest I've yet seen
By semaphore and searchlight we sent the signal on it's way
Von Reuter's still the only man
To sink a navy in a day
