Soldier, fix your bayonet before the enemy come
'Cause you won't have time, when they start to climb the hill, y'know

Soldier, when you see eight thousand climbin' up on you
Don't see them as men, just see them as enemies of the king, y'know

Soldier, Don't think of runnin', your death is just as sure
If you don't face it now, you'll face it anyhow in front of the squad, y'know

Soldier, stand firm in your trenches, don't let them break the line
Because these dirty Hun are all bastard whore'sons not fit to live, don't you know

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Writer(s): Tony McPhee