Age of innocence, age of fun,
playing around the battery gun.
A telescope, from which we'd look,
out to sea for Captain Hook
Age of innocence, age of fun,
playing around the battery gun.
In the seat we'd spin about,
till we felt sick and tumbled out
Age of innocence, age of fun,
playing around the battery gun.
In burn of summer or sting of rain,
we'd stoke the furnace of our train
Age of innocence, age of fun
playing around the battery gun.
Round and round the steps we ran,
playing tag, me, Bill and Dan
Age of war, no longer fun.
Serving around the battery gun.
Grown up now, Bill, Dan and me
shoot for our lives at the enemy.
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