Monday 26 September 2011

Charge.

It's off to war we go, my lads,
it's off to war we go.
Which port of theirs we're headed for
I shan't pretend to know.
When we hit those foreign shores,
we'll wander into town -
and fill up local hovels
'till disease puts us underground!

It's off to war we go, my lads,
it's off to war we go.
We'll march shoulder to shoulder and
only ever so precisely slow.
For running is too demanding -
and charging such a bore.
I'm a gentleman in a gentleman's army
and I expect no less from the war!

It's off to war we go, my lads,
it's off to war we go.
I'll send you off without a clue but
you'll put on a hell of a show.
You'll all go down in history -
the stuff of legend and books.
Some of you might not return
but it can't be as grim as it looks!

It's off to war we go, my lads,
it's off to war we go.
I fear I may have blundered here
for numbers now seem low.
But I surely deserved my title -
I even paid for it myself.
And they can't take that away from me
for as long as I have my health!