Tunes of Glory
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:03:00
Stop puffing at it
like a ruddy debutante!

:03:05
Go on, laddie. Smoke it, smoke it.
:03:10
Draw it in. Draw it in.
:03:20
Am I coarse, Simpson?
:03:23
Am I, Charlie?
:03:26
Away you go, lads.
You're no so bad.

:03:28
You can have a drink.
:03:30
Oh, for Pete's sake, then.
Where's me whiskey?

:03:34
Corporal, colonel's whiskey!
:03:58
I think Lieutenant Colonel
Jock bloody Sinclair, D.S.O.M.N...

:04:03
is a terror, that's what he is.
:04:05
- He's a great man.
- Och, he's a terror, I'm telling ya.

:04:08
Is that right
he used to be a piper?

:04:10
He played pibroch
on the wireless.

:04:12
Well, I'm no a corporal.
I never get to hear a wireless.

:04:16
Is that right, the sergeants
are gonna get the TV?

:04:19
- Are you not drinking?
- I'll be back in a wee while.

:04:21
Is it a rendezvous you have,
Corporal Fraser?

:04:24
You'll no get the TV that way,
I'm telling you.

:04:34
It's no good. They're settling in.
:04:37
- Can you not get away?
- You know what your father's like.

:04:40
I'll be piping all night.
:04:46
- Will I wait?
- No, no. You can't wait here.

:04:49
- Was it all right about last night?
- No bother. He was in late himself.

:04:53
- Are you angry I came?
- Morag, I'm not scared of him.

:04:56
Let me tell him.
I'll speak to him straight.

:04:58
H- He's got to know sooner or later.

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