The Recruit's Song

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THE RECRUIT'S SONG

While some were going down to town
And some brought in the hay,
We met a man with a ripping plan
And this he had to say:

‘It’s the juh-juh-juh-juh-jerries
Oh we have to go to war
So the juh-juh-juh-juh-jerries
won’t be trouble any more’

Some talk of Sarajevo
And old Franz Ferdinand
We didn’t care,we weren’t there
We were in the county band.

‘Oh the juh-juh-juh-juh-jerries!’
That’s the song we all were singing
And you signed for beer with a great big cheer
while the church bells kept on ringing.

But the fields grew cold and rotten
And the ground stank night and day
And each dreamed alone of his long lost home
Til he sank beneath the clay.

Like the juh-juh-juh-juh-jerries
Under stones and grass we cry
Though our bones are cold here’s a warning told:
Don’t get sold a way to die.