Oh me name’s Tommy Gordon , and I’m just five years old.
And I’m watching me father, so brave and so bold.
All dressed up in green, with buttons of gold,
And he’s off for to f***t for the Queen I am told.
Yes he’s off for to f***t for the Queen I am told.
He’s sending us letters, saying he’s doing fine,
But then on the very same day I turned nine.
The last one arrived; it was all edged in black.
And me mother said Tommy , he’s not coming back.
She said Tommy , oh Tommy , he’s not coming back.
Oh me name’s Tommy Gordon , and I’ve just turned nineteen,
And at last now it’s my turn, to dress up in green.
Me comrades and me, how proudly we sing,
As we all march off for to f***t for the King.
As we all march off for to f***t for the King.
They sent us to Flanders in the mud and the rain,
And the sights that I’ve seen they would rot a man’s brain.
The scream of the shells,
As they fall all around,
And the cry of the dying is a terrible sound.
Yes the cry of the dying is a terrible sound.
Young Willie Morgan , his nerves are all gone.
He’s just eighteen years old, so young fit and strong .
He cries in the night, saying he just can’t go on.
So they took that poor boy out and shot him at dawn.
Yes they took that poor boy out and shot him at dawn.
Oh me name’s Tommy Gordon and I’m home here at last,
And I’m married with two children, a boy and a lass,
And they tell me the nightmares should very soon pass,
But I still wake up screaming, a feared of the gas.
Yes I still wake up screaming, a feared of the gas.
Well me sons just come home and he’s all dressed in green.
And he says father dear I must do the right thing.
I beg him to stay, but he stares at me hard.
He says I’ll have nobody dare call me a coward.
He says I’ll have nobody dare call me a coward.
Oh me grandson’s Tommy Gordon , and he’s just five years old,
And he’s watching his father so brave and so bold.
All dressed up in green with buttons of gold,
And he’s off for to f***t for the King he is told,
And he’s off for to f***t for the King he is told.
