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DEDICATION 13
Chorus.
Far, far from Ypres I long to be, Where German snipers can't get at me, Think of me crouching where the worms creep, Waiting for the sergeant to sing me to sleep.
Sing me to sleep in some old shed, The rats all running around my head, Stretched out upon my waterproof, Dodging the raindrops through the roof, Dreaming of home and nights in the West, Somebody's overseas boots on my chest.
The Tommy is a singing soldier ; he
sings to the village patronne even when
ordering food, and his song is in
French.
" Voulez vous donnez moi Si'l vous plait Pain et beurre Et cafe au lait."
He serenades the maiden at the village pump. |
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