00:00England, we're fodder for the mill, and we'll be fodder for the front.
00:08Right, boys, ready?
00:13Joining up?
00:14I feel it's my patriotic duty.
00:16We'll need a new chorus, master.
00:19I hope he puts the wind up the Germans more than he ever did the sopranos.
00:24Dr. Guthrie.
00:25What?
00:26He's been working in Germany.
00:28Treachery.
00:29He's an atheist.
00:30There are atheists now.
00:32There's one in Bradford.
00:34I heard his Mozart Requiem.
00:38So did I.
00:40It was wonderful.
00:42I'd like to hear the chorale.
00:43Oh, hofft, vor blut und wunden.
00:47For God's sake, man, rain in the bloody German.
00:51Riesel, Ries!
00:52I always hold an avenue if you fancy it.
00:55Warn you?
00:57Shall be rest in angels, ever bright and fair.
01:07Any news of Clyde?
01:09Clyde was the best tenor we ever had.
01:11Was?
01:12It's not been confirmed.
01:13Yes.
01:14He'll turn up.
01:16Cowards.
01:17What's this?
01:19Why aren't you at the front?
01:20Well, none of us 18 yet.
01:22And when we are, we'll go.
01:23Madam.
01:25She's lost her brother.
01:26I'll talk of the telegram.
01:31It's this flaming war.
01:35Home by Christmas, boys!
01:38The vicars wanted.
01:39The women wanted.
01:41The idiots getting killed.
01:42They wanted.
01:42Who do you turn to?
01:44We used to have such a nice going on.
01:48Hello, stranger.
01:49You've been dealt some rough cards.
02:00This gentleman wants to know if any of you can sing.
02:05You've been lost, not to mention the things you've seen.
02:09Cutting off to France.
02:11I haven't lived.
02:12Life is shit.
02:14So sing.
02:18A man should hear a little music every day of his life.
02:22So worldly cares may not obliterate the beautiful in the human soul.
02:28Oh, that is nice.
02:31Who said it?
02:32Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
02:34For God's sake, man, lower your voice.
02:36The End
02:57The End
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