Tonart: G major
Verse 1
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At the turning of the century
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Me father went to fight the
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Boers and never came back alive
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Me mother was left to bring us up,
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So she washed and scrubbed and scraped
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along on seven and six a week
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When I was twelve I left the school
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With growing kids me ma was glad
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Em
of the extra couple of bob
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I'm sure that longer schooling would
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have stood me in good stead
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C
But you can't afford refinements when
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you're struggling for your bread
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And when the great war came
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along I didn't hesitate
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Am
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I took the royal shilling and went off to do me bit I fought in mud and tears and blood,
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three years or thereabout
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Then I copped some gas in
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Flanders and got invalided out
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Well, when the war was over and
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we'd settled with the hun
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We got back into civvies and we
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thought the fighting done
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We'd won the right to live in peace
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but we didn't have such luck
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C
For soon we found we had to fight
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for the right to go to work
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In 26 the general strike
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found me out on the street
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Though I'd a wife and kids by then
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and their needs I had to meet
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For a brave new world was coming
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and a brotherhood of man
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But when the strike was over we
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were back where we began
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I struggled through the thirties,
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out of work now and again
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I saw the black shirts marching,
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and the things they did in
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Spain
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But I brought me kids of decent,
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and I taught them wrong from right
But
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Hitler was the lad who came,
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and taught them how to fight
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Me daughter was a land girl,
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she got married to a yank
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And they gave me son a gun
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He was wounded just before the
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Rome
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He married a night eye nurse and
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never bothered to come home
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My daughter writes me once
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a month a cheerful little note
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About their colour telly and the other
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things they've got
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They've got a son, a likely lad,
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he's nearly twenty -one
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And she tells me now they've
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called him up to fight in
Vietnam
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We're living on the pension now,
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Not much to show for a life that
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seems like one long bloody war
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When you think of all the wasted lives,
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it makes you want to cry
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I'm not sure how to change things,
but by
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Christ we'll have to try
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