A little boy was playing one day
In a cobbled street in the village O
When along came a troupe of dashing young men
With their shiny swords and medals O
With their shiny swords and medals O
Where are you going? The little one asked
As they marched by so proudly O
“We’re off to battle in a far away land
To fight for our King and country O
To fight for our King and country O
He ran up the hill to his cottage home
To tell what he saw to his mother O
But standing at the gate she was weeping on the shoulder
Of his Daddy with his shiny sword and his medals O
Of his Daddy with his shiny sword and his medals O
“Where are you going with your swords and medals?”
Where are you going dear Daddy O
“I’m going to battle in a far away land
And to fight for our King and country O
And to fight for our King and country O
“Can I go with you?” The little one begged
“To the faraway land of fighting O”
“I need you here my big brave boy
To look after your mother and our baby O
To look after your mother and our baby O
Then one day he ran down the road to
See them return from the Battle O
Their faces worn and their spirits torn
And their swords bent and their uniforms rent
And their glory gone and one by one
They threw down their medals on the cobbles O
They thew down their medals on the cobbles O
He ran up and down the cobbled street
He ran in and out of the ranks O
He called his name, but no answer came
From his Daddy who went off to Battle O
From his Daddy who went off to Battle O
For King and Country his Dad had said
To fight in a faraway land O
And so it goes on till the battle is done
After every war there’s another one
Every one tells the same old story
The greed, the gore, the guts the glory
And the little boy picked up a medal there
And pinned it to his little chest O
And with his little wooden sword he marched on home
To defend his mother and the baby O
To defend his mother and the baby O
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