00:01England.
00:02We're fodder for the mill,
00:04and we'll be fodder for the front.
00:05All right, boys, ready?
00:10Joining up?
00:11I feel it's my patriotic duty.
00:13We'll need a new chorus, master.
00:16I hope he puts the wind up the Germans
00:18more than he ever did the Sopranos.
00:21Dr. Guthrie.
00:22What?
00:23He's been working in Germany.
00:25Treachery.
00:26He's an atheist.
00:27There are atheists now.
00:29There's one in Bradford.
00:31I heard his Mozart Requiem.
00:34So did I.
00:36It was wonderful.
00:38I'd like to hear the chorale.
00:41Hovd vor Blut und Wunden.
00:43For God's sake, man.
00:46Reign in the bloody German.
00:48Riesel Fritz!
00:50I always hold an avenue if you fancy it.
00:53Warn you.
00:54Shall be resting.
00:57Angels, ever bright and fair.
01:04Any news of Clyde?
01:06Clyde was the best tenor we ever had.
01:08Was?
01:09It's not been confirmed.
01:10Yes.
01:11He'll turn up.
01:13Cows!
01:14What's this?
01:15Why aren't you at the front?
01:17Well, none of us 18 yet.
01:18And when we are, we'll go.
01:19Madam.
01:20She's lost her brother.
01:24I'll talk of the telegram.
01:27It's this flaming war.
01:29Horn by Christmas, boys!
01:34The vicars want it.
01:36The women want it.
01:37The idiots getting killed they want it.
01:39Who do you turn to?
01:40We used to have such a nice going on.
01:43Hello, stranger.
01:46You've been dealt some rough cards.
01:51This gentleman wants to know if any of you can sing.
02:01Limb lost, not to mention the things you've seen.
02:05Carted off to France.
02:07I haven't lived.
02:08Life is shit.
02:10So sing.
02:14A man should hear a little music every day of his life,
02:18so worldly cares may not obliterate the beautiful in the human soul.
02:24Oh, that is nice.
02:27Who said it?
02:28Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
02:30For God's sake, man, lower your voice.
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