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.