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Some Die of Drinking Water 
Some Die of Drinking Water 
Some die of drinking water, And some of drinking beer, Some die of constipation, And some of diarrhea. But of all the world's diseases, There's none that can compare, With the drip, drip, drip of the syphilitic prick Of a British Grenadier* 
When he goes forth in battle, His weapon in his hand, The lasses fall like cattle, There's none can make a stand. But when the campaign's over, It's then he feels so queer, With the drip, drip, drip of the syphilitic prick Of a British Grenadier 
And when he does retire, To take his well-earned rest, There burns an ancient fire, To do what he does best. And yet, the truth is bitter, There's one thing he does fear, It's the drip, drip, drip of the syphilitic prick Of a British Grenadier. 
I like the girls who say they will, And I like the girls who won't. I hate the girls who say they will, And then they say they won't. But of all the girls I like the best, I may be wrong or right, Are the girls who say they never will, But look as though they might. 
*or Hash-House Harrier 
FB oct96