The Poppy & The Lilac

‘It’s an old soldiers’ song,’ he said.

‘Really, sarge? But it’s about angels.’

Yes, thought Vimes, and it’s amazing what bits those angels cause to rise
up as the song progresses. It’s a real soldiers’ song: sentimental, with
dirty bits.

‘As I recall, they used to sing it after battles,’ he said. I’ve seen old
men cry when they sing it,’ he added.

‘Why? It sounds cheerful.’

They were remembering who they were not singing it with, thought Vimes.
You’ll learn. I know you will.

–Night Watch, Terry Pratchett

All the little angels rise up, rise up,
all the little angels rise up high!
How do they rise up, rise up, rise up,
How do they rise up, rise up high?

They rise heads up, heads up, heads up, they rise heads up, heads up high

All the little angels rise up, rise up,
All the little angels rise up high!
How do they rise up, rise up, rise up,
How do they rise up, rise up high?

They rise knees up, knees up, knees up, they rise knees up, knees up high! All the little angels rise up, rise up,
All the little angels rise up high!
How do they rise up, rise up, rise up,
How do they rise up, rise up high?

They rise feet up, feet up, feet up, they rise feet up, feet up high!

All the little angels rise up, rise up,
All the little angels rise up high!

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