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Jutland's shores Legion of the damned panzer Regiment Jylland There's no glory to be had Only bitter combat The grinding of metal sends us forth
to the British in mass Launching our fleet to lure them out Their main attachment of ships give them doubt Off the coast of Jutland we'll meet here the sound
and iron, it's the same old story I held the iron cross, first class with the swords I marched with Hitler down the bloody road to war I was at Jutland
in Bucht und Sund Sie schlafen in Jütlands sandigem Schoß Und wir letzten treiben heimatlos Tang nach dem Sturm, Herbstlaub im Wind Vater, Du weißt,
I shall never play the Dane No, I shall never play the Dane I shall never lay me down on Jutland sands Nor shall I dine on honeyed bacon
south side Houston Texas Home of the lean Jutland and Windermere Out the widow hear Dice game on my porch Nigga lil Keke there My nigga that's a legend I
They came down from Meekatharra In a burned-out blue FJ That farted and just shit itself in Jutland Parade Right next door to Bondy's When the smoke
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