Swords and Medals by Stellamarié Kruize

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

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

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

“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

“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

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

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

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