Oh it's a lovely war!
Oh it's a lovely war! | |
from WWI
| Up to your waist in water, up to your eyes in slush, using the kind of language that makes the sergeant blush, Who wouldn't join the army? That's what we all enquire. Don't we pity the poor civilian sitting by the fire. Chorus: Oh, oh, oh it's a lovely war. Who wouldn't be a soldier, eh? Oh it's a shame to take the pay. As soon as reveille has gone We feel just as heavy as lead, But we never get up till the sergeant Brings our breakfast up to bed. Oh, oh, oh, it's a lovely war. What do we want with eggs and ham When we've got plum and apple jam? Form fours. Right turn. How shall we spend the money we earn? Oh, oh, oh it's a lovely war. |
When does a soldier grumble? When does he make a fuss? No one is more contented in all the world than us. Oh it's a cushy life, boys, really we love it so: Once a fellow was sent on leave and simply refused to go. Chorus:
Come to the cookhouse door, boys, sniff the lovely stew. |