.
All for a uniform -and three square meals a day
We marched off in the Grand Parade..
Across the sea to France and up the line to death
Like we were off on holiday..
But where's your land that's fit for heroes,
And the promises that you forgot?
Blame it on the King, -blame it on Lloyd George,
But spare a thought for Tommy's Lot..
At Passchendaele, -through the gas and shell,
We stumbled through the jaws of Hell,
But how will a mother say: «Your father fell…»
In a town that she can't even spell?
And, if these men died for a reason,
Did anybody tell them what?
Call it an act of God, -call it insanity,
But spare a thought for Tommy's Lot..
Whatever became of the war to end all wars?
Where did that grand illusion go?
We left it buried in the bloody fields of France
Beyond the lines of Maginot.
Now, from the poppy fields of Flanders,
The ghosts who never heard that final shot
Sing "Jerusalem will be built again!"
But spare a thought for Tommy's Lot..
All for a uniform -and three square meals a day
We marched off in the Grand Parade..
Across the sea to France and up the line to death
Like we were off on holiday..
But where's your land that's fit for heroes,
And the promises that you forgot?
Blame it on the King, -blame it on Lloyd George,
But spare a thought for Tommy's Lot..
"Jerusalem – will be built again!"
But spare a thought for Tommy's Lot..
"There is a corner of a foreign field
that is forever England".
All for a uniform -and three square meals a day
We marched off in the Grand Parade..
Across the sea to France and up the line to death
Like we were off on holiday..
But where's your land that's fit for heroes,
And the promises that you forgot?
Blame it on the King, -blame it on Lloyd George,
But spare a thought for Tommy's Lot..
At Passchendaele, -through the gas and shell,
We stumbled through the jaws of Hell,
But how will a mother say: «Your father fell…»
In a town that she can't even spell?
And, if these men died for a reason,
Did anybody tell them what?
Call it an act of God, -call it insanity,
But spare a thought for Tommy's Lot..
Whatever became of the war to end all wars?
Where did that grand illusion go?
We left it buried in the bloody fields of France
Beyond the lines of Maginot.
Now, from the poppy fields of Flanders,
The ghosts who never heard that final shot
Sing "Jerusalem will be built again!"
But spare a thought for Tommy's Lot..
All for a uniform -and three square meals a day
We marched off in the Grand Parade..
Across the sea to France and up the line to death
Like we were off on holiday..
But where's your land that's fit for heroes,
And the promises that you forgot?
Blame it on the King, -blame it on Lloyd George,
But spare a thought for Tommy's Lot..
"Jerusalem – will be built again!"
But spare a thought for Tommy's Lot..
"There is a corner of a foreign field
that is forever England".
×
![]()
