1916

Sixteen years old To fight for a land fit for heroes when I went to the war and a gun in my hand God on my side Chasing my days down to zero And I marched, and I fought And I bled, and I died But I knew at the time And I never did get any older That a year in the line Was a long enough life for a soldier We all volunteered And we wrote down our names And we added two years to our ages Eager for life And ahead of the game Ready for history's pages And we brawled, and we fought And we hoped to be stuped Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder At thirst for the Hun And that's what you are when you're soldiers We were food for the gun As he sank to his knees I heard my friend cry Coughing blood as he screemed for his mother And I fell by his side Clinging like kids to each other And I wept as his body grew colder And that's how we died And I lay in the mud, and the guts and the blood Though it wasn't my fault, and I wasn't to blame And I called for my mother, but she never came The day not half over, and ten thousand slain And now there's nobody remembers our names And that's how it is For each soldier