Yorkshire Regiment

歌詞

You say you saw the Yorkshire Regiment Go parading down our street How it breaks my heart, those brave young lads Marching off to that crooked beat Marching off to that crooked beat Here we wait each morning, to the drumming we drill As our sergeant he barks and he bays Oh, the jokes of the boys keep our spirits alive I miss you more than I say I miss you more than I say The hot air hangs heavy at the verge by day In the fields where the poppies are grown Where our bomb struck here, was a market last year Now the children greet us with stones The children greet us with stones And it's funny to think as I write you this note And I turn my head to the sky The same stars that burn on this desert at night Are shining down where you lie Are shining down where you lie We lost young Private Mitchell last week His funeral was just today And as the sandstorm stung our saluting hands His body lifted away His young body was lifted away And as the bugle tune stopped playing it On the wind it was carried away Our Sergeant Brown he told us He died for his nation's sake He died for his nation's sake But my mind started wandering later To some thoughts so cold and grey Do we give our lives for our country Or by our leaders are they stolen away? Or by our leaders are they stolen away? And as I look around at us young lads Smiling bravely in our uniforms I wonder when I found I first liked them Sons of those who wanted the war Sons of those who wanted the war So come ye squaddies from Banfrie Chapel From Leeds and the towns to the north The troop is our lives to our leaders Hard luck, not a grain of sorrow Hard luck, not a damn grain of sorrow You say you saw the Yorkshire Regiment Go parading down our street How it breaks my heart, those brave young lads Marching off to that crooked beat Marching off to that crooked beat