'danny'
‘CALL-UP TIME’
They’ve taken our Danny to war, they have.
They’ve taken our Danny to war.
I wish he’d come home ‘cos I feel all alone-
So what have they taken him for?
Who’s gonna pass on his trousers?
Who’s gonna give me some sweets?
Humbugs and pear drops and tiger nuts too.
And chocolate sometimes, for a treat.
Who’s gonna keep up our veg patch?
Who’s gonna dig up the spuds?
Do all the weeding and planting and stuff-
An’ chop sticks to make us some wood?
Who’s gonna help with the chickens?
Who’s gonna pick up the eggs?
And comfort me Mam when she feels a bit low
An say ‘Just sit down-rest yer legs’.
Who’s gonna help me be grown-up?
Who’s gonna stop me being sad?
They’ve sent for our Danny so what will I do
When I need someone just like me Dad?
They’ve taken our Danny to war, they have.
They’ve taken our Danny to war.
I wish he’d come home ‘cos I feel all alone
So what have they taken him for?
Colin Trenholme
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