Ahh, it is the same story over and over and "when will they ever learn?"
How do you do young willie mcbride, Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside, And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun, I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done I see by your gravestone you were only 19 When you joined the great fall-in in 1916 I hope you died well and I hope you died clean Or young willie mcbride was it slow and obscene. Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined Although you died back in 1916 In that faithful heart are you forever 19 Or are you a stranger without even a name Enclosed then forever behind a glass frame In an old photograph torn, battered and stained And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame. Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest The sun now it shines on the green fields of france There's a warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance And look how the sun shines from under the clouds There's no gas, no barbwire, there's no guns firing now But here in this graveyard it's still no man's land The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand To man's blind indifference to his fellow man To a whole generation that were butchered and damned. Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest Now young willie mcbride I can't help wonder why Do those who lie here know why did they die Did they believe when they answered the call Did they really believe that this war would end wars Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain The killing and the dying were all done in vain For young willie mcbride it all happened again, And again and again and again and again Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest On Aug 7, 7:28 pm, Travis <[email protected]> wrote: > Tommy (with apologies to Kipling) Written by Patrick Campbell > > They flew me 'ome from Baghdad with a bullet in me chest. > Cos they've closed the army 'ospitals, I'm in the NHS. > The nurse, she ain't no Britisher an' so she ain't impressed. > It's like I'm some street corner thug who's come off second best. > Yes, it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "You're not welcome 'ere". > But when Saddam was collar'd, they was quick enough to cheer. > > They're proud when Tommy Atkins 'olds the thin red line out there, > But now he's wounded back at 'ome, he has to wait for care. > Some stranger in the next bed sez, "Don't you feel no shame? > You kill my Muslim brothers!" So it's me not 'im to blame! > An' then the cleaner ups an' sez "Who are you fightin' for? > It ain't for Queen and country 'cos it's Bush's bloody war!" > It's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, what's that smell?" > But it's "God go with you, Tommy," when they fly us out to 'ell. > > O then we're just like 'eroes from the army's glorious past. > Yes, it's "God go with you, Tommy," when the trip might be your last. > They pays us skivvy wages, never mind we're sitting ducks, > When clerks what's pushing pens at 'ome don't know their flippin' luck. > > "Ah, yes" sez they "but think of all the travel to be 'ad." > Pull the other one. Does Cooks do 'olidays in Baghdad? > It's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, know your place, > " But it's "Tommy, take the front seat," when there's terrorists to chase. > > An' the town is full of maniacs who'd like you dead toot sweet. > Yes, it's "Thank you, Mr Atkins," when they find you in the street. > > There's s'pposed to be a covynant to treat us fair an' square > But I 'ad to buy me army boots, an' me combats is threadbare. > > An' 'alf the bloody 'elicopters can't get into the air, > An' me pistol jammed when snipers fired. That's why I'm laid up 'ere. > Yes, it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, "We 'ave to watch the pence"; > Bold as brass the P.M. sez, "We spare them no expense. > > "But I'll tell you when they do us proud an' pull out all the stops, > It's when Tommy lands at Lyneham in a bloomin' wooden box! > > __,_._,___ --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ Thanks for being part of "PoliticalForum" at Google Groups. For options & help see http://groups.google.com/group/PoliticalForum * Visit our other community at http://www.PoliticalForum.com/ * It's active and moderated. Register and vote in our polls. * Read the latest breaking news, and more. -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
