Sign there son
You will be paid
Take the shilling
Europe awaits!
Grab your rifle
Grab your sack
Tell your mum you'll be back
Meet new friends
Palls together
All aboard and off to The Somme
They were just kids together alone
First the smell
Then the noise
Far from what you left at home
Then the shells begin to fall
Like nothing you had seen before
You're wet and cold and in a hole
Shaking with fear not the cold
Your friend just passed in a puff of smoke
His head was first, then his *****
His legs are spread across the floor
Then another explodes next to you
The smoke clears and the Sarge smiles at you
Like a statue painted red
He doesn't know he's already dead
Mother Mother! Others scream
But cries and wails no one hears
None of this can be real
You're just a boy and soiled with fear
Fifty years past then more
At night you still hear the screams and cannons roar
Like yesterday but years before
It didn't end all the wars
They made a sequel a bigger cast
Not your turn now to carry the flag
With one arm you can't do that
And your lungs still burn from the gas
Once again the generals cried
"Come on lads, we need you now, come and sign the Sgts form"
But was Tommy on the top once more?
Or did they use anothers name, to sign your precious lives away.
When oh when will all the madness end
For The Somme took away your friends
Only poppys now remain
Over fields where Britains youth lies slain
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC
Sign there son
You will be paid
Take the shilling
Europe awaits!
Grab your rifle
Grab your sack
Tell your mum you'll be back
Meet new friends
Palls together
All aboard and off to The Somme
They were just kids together alone
First the smell
Then the noise
Far from what you left at home
Then the shells begin to fall
Like nothing you had seen before
You're wet and cold and in a hole
Shaking with fear not the cold
Your friend just passed in a puff of smoke
His head was first, then his *****
His legs are spread across the floor
Then another explodes next to you
The smoke clears and the Sarge smiles at you
Like a statue painted red
He doesn't know he's already dead
Mother Mother! Others scream
But cries and wails no one hears
None of this can be real
You're just a boy and soiled with fear
Fifty years past then more
At night you still hear the screams and cannons roar
Like yesterday but years before
It didn't end all the wars
They made a sequel a bigger cast
Not your turn now to carry the flag
With one arm you can't do that
And your lungs still burn from the gas
Once again the generals cried
"Come on lads, we need you now, come and sign the Sgts form"
But was Tommy on the top once more?
Or did they use anothers name, to sign your precious lives away.
When oh when will all the madness end
For The Somme took away your friends
Only poppys now remain
Over fields where Britains youth lies slain
Tommy s British WW1 soldiers were called that as the example name on recruitment forms was..
Tommy Atkins
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