Growing up in post war England, I only knew the bawdy version for years before I realised there was actually a clean set of words. We would hear ex-soldiers singing these songs when they'd had a few and the women weren't around and of course they did the rounds at school. The words we sang as horrible little pre-pubescent youths were as follows, with some censorship that you can fill in yourself. Forgive my sensitivity. Three German soldiers crossed the Rhine They f***d the girls and drank the wine They came upon a wayside inn They pissed on the door and kicked it in The innkeeper had a daughter fair With little white tits and golden hair They tied her to a rusty bed And F***d her till she was nearly dead They took her down a leafy lane And f***d her back to life again It's not exactly Shakespear, but if I can remember it forty years on, I must have heard it a lot.
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