Since we lately had to part, oh me old Mark Two.
I was sad and feeling sore when I returned you to the store,
I'm not a soldier anymore, oh me old Mark Two.
I'll miss the drilling on the square, oh me old Mark Two,
For you were always there, oh me old Mark Two.
Only once you let me down, when I felled you to the ground,
Christ! you made an awful sound, oh me old Mark Two.
One more thing I'd like to tell, oh me old Mark Two,
Well I hope you rust to hell, oh me old Mark Two,
For the future I've planned with the plough firm in me hand,
We'll have peace throughout the land, oh me old Mark Two.
Growling NCO: “Who's your best friend?”
ME: “Me Mam!”
Growling NCO: “O no it bleedin' ain't -- it's your bleedin' rifle!”
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2015/7/17 - 13:20
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