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O Magdeburg, O Magdeburg We saw your burning towers O Magdeburg, O Magdeburg The fires burnt for hours The people ther died by the score Hundreds then, and thousands more O Magdeburg, O Magdeburg Your people are no more... O Magdeburg, O Magdeburg We saw your people burning O Magdeburg, O Magdeburg Our stomachs were a-churning The screams of death, they rent the air A carnage caused by Routiers O Magdeburg, O Magdeburg I'm glad that I was there! (Commercial Verse) That time has passed, but have no fear New Magdeburg is rising The tavern here is full of beer And many people dicing So come along, and have good cheer A dollar fifty for a beer O Magdeburg, O Magdeburg Your spirit lives on here! ©1991 Dick Dog Music by Sarge and Spike of the Routiers |
| This one was actually written (well, scrawled down
on one of Helmut's tissues) during a quiet
moment at the New Magdeberg Tavern at the 91
Convention. Sarge was in fine form that day, and we even wrote a commercial verse to attract the punters.
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