1914-1918 World War 1
1914-1918 World war 1
Bullets flying over trenches
Can’t see too much for smoke that stenches
Lieutenant makes orders to stand here fast
Don’t be scared chaps we’re having a blast
Feet so cold my boots feel like ice
My mother sent me a letter and some cake that’s nice
Taffy told me of his girlfriend at home
I hope he sees her soon this boy has grown
The food is scarce and the moral even scarcer
We know we are the last battalion between the Germans but God won’t make me a martyr
More troops arrive and we push the Germans back to slaughter
England has won the war and I cry to know I’ll see my bonny daughter
God save the King.
Copyright © Peter Kiggin | Year Posted 2014
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