00:00England.
00:01We're fodder for the mill.
00:03And we'll be fodder for the front.
00:05Alright 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.
00:44For God's sake man,
00:46rain in the bloody German.
00:48We're the Fritz!
00:49I always hold an avenue,
00:51if you fancy it.
00:52One here will
00:54shall be resting
00:58angels
01:01ever bright and fair.
01:04Any news of Clyde?
01:06Clyde was the best tenor we ever had.
01:08Was? It's not been confirmed.
01:10Yes. He'll turn up.
01:13Cowards!
01:14What's this?
01:16Why aren't you at the front?
01:17None of us are 18 yet.
01:19When we are, we'll go.
01:20Madam.
01:22She's lost her brother.
01:25I'll talk at the telegram.
01:28It's this flaming war.
01:32Born by Christmas boys!
01:35The vicars wanted.
01:36The women wanted.
01:37The idiots getting killed they wanted.
01:39Who do you turn to?
01:41We used to have such a nice going on.
01:45Hello stranger.
01:49You've been dealt some rough cards.
01:57This gentleman wants to know if any of you can sing.
02:02Limb lost.
02:03Not to mention the things you've seen.
02:10So sing.
02:12So sing.
02:14A man should hear a little music
02:16every day of his life
02:18so worldly cares may not obliterate
02:21the beautiful in the human soul.
02:25Oh, that is nice.
02:27Who said it?
02:29Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
02:31For God's sake man, lower your voice.
02:33Feeling cool.
02:34Whenever I say it to you,
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