One hundred years ago, a terrible war was fought.
I have no idea why and how it start.
the TV, trys to bring it back to me.
"For King and Country" the story by Norm Christie.
Shows me gravestones, as far as one can see
I'm sorry, I
This life so short, so much to do and see.
We need," hi, hi, hee, in the field artillery"?
While soldiers fought in the trenches, mud
Far away they sang,"Pack all your troubles in your old kit bag"
"While you've a lucifer to light your fag,"
"What's the use of worrying, it
never was worthwhile."
Some events persuaded America to go "Over there"
So they sang, "Over there! Over there! So prepare!"
An Irish boy, he sang, "Farewell,
It's a long long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there."
Then, there was: "Bless'em all,
long the short and the tall!
You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean,
So cheer up my lads, bless'em all."
And, oh so sad, we hear;
"Oh Danny boy, the pipes are calling,
Come ye back when summer's in the meadow.
Oh Danny boy, I love you so."
A soldier wrote, famously;
"Short days ago, we lived, felt dawn, saw suset glow.,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders Fields.
Fields, the Poppies grow,
Between the crosses, row on row."
Now, the soldier proudly marching, I cannot know,
The young man, I don't want him go,
All I see, those crosses, row on row.