Belsen was a gas I heard the other day
In the open graves where the Jews all lay
Life is fun and I wish you were here
They wrote on postcards to those so dear

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear....

Sergeand Majors on the march
Wash the bodies in the starch
See them all die one by one
Guess it's dead guess it's glad

So glad, So glad, So glad

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