Folk Song

X:1 T:The Old Man's Song C:Ian Campbell Z:Webmaster K: W:1. W:At the turning of the century I was a boy of five W:Me father went to fight the Boers and never came back alive. W:Me mother was left to bring us up, no charity she'd seek, W:So she washed and scrubbed and scrapped along on seven and six a week. W: W:2. W:When I was twelve I left the school and went to find a job W:I took the royal shilling and went off to do my bit, W:I lived on mud and tears and blood, three years or thereabouts W:Then I copped some gas in flanders and got invalided out. W: W:3. W:Well when the war was over and we'd settled with the Hun, W:We got back into civvies and we thought the fighting done, W:We'd won the right to live in peace but we didn't have such luck, W: W:4. W:For we found we had to fight for the right to go to work W:In '26 the General Strike found me out in the streets, W:Although I'd a wife and kids by then and their needs I had to meet, W:For a brave new world was coming and I taught them wrong from right, W: W:5. W:But Hitler was the lad who came and taught them how to fight. W:My daughter was a landgirl, she got married to a Yank W:And they gave my son a gong for stopping one of Rommel's tanks. W:He was wounded just before the end and he convalesced in Rome W: W:6. W:He married an Eyetie nurse and never bothered to come home. W:My daughter writes me once a month, a cheerful little note W:About their colur telly and the other things they've got. W:She's got a son, a likely lad; he's nearly twenty-one W:And she tells me now they've called him up to fight in Vietnam. W: W:7. W:We're living on the pension now, it doesn't go too far W:Not much to show for a life that seems like one long bloody war. W:When you think of all the wasted lives it makes you want to cry W:I'm not sure how to change things, but by Christ we'll have to try % % % % %