stumbling in and fumbling to
another morning seeping through
head bowed down as we battled the gloom
cries of lamentation
all my promises
all my dreams
have slid and slided
through the seams
all my joy
and hope it seems
has died here in the trenches
Another sniper hits his mark
one more hero cries in the dark
the general sips tea and signs his mark
and we all just follow orders
up the ladder
off we go
to face the hunt
of Harry Dafoe
over the top
move down, crouch low
that expendable Irish soldier
Farewell to all of that
the bloody iron hand
Farewell to all of that
we're bound for no man's land
Farewell to all of that
the bloody iron hand
Farewell to all of that
we're bound for no man's land
well we joined the dublin Fusiliers
the bold 16
the four would fear
john