They gave him a shilling,
They gave him a gun,
And so he's gone killing
The Germans, my son.
I dream of that shilling —
I dream of that gun —
And it's they that are killing
The boy who's my son.
They gave him a gun,
And so he's gone killing
The Germans, my son.
I dream of that shilling —
I dream of that gun —
And it's they that are killing
The boy who's my son.
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