Oh! What A Lovely War Page #8
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Swinging the lead behind the line
Inky-pinky parlez-vous
It's a hell of a song that we've just sung
Parlez-vous
It's a hell of a song that we've just sung
Parlez-vous
It's a hell of a song that we've just sung
ought to be hung
Inky-pinky parlez-vous
Oh, the moon shine bright
on Charlie Chaplin
His boots are cracking
For want of blacking
And his old baggy trousers
want mending
Before they send him to the Dardanelles
Oh, the moon shines bright
on Charlie Chaplin
His boots are cracking
For want of blacking
And his old baggy trousers
they want mending
Before they send him to the Dardanelles
Parade!
Parade!
Halt!
Left turn!
Put down arms!
Stand at ease!
Stand easy!
Hey, Corp!
You reinforcements?
Yeah. We're on our way up to Wipers.
Wouldrt go up there if I were you.
They've got a shortage.
What of? Ammunition?
No. Coffins.
Parade, attention!
One staff officer jumped right over
another staff officer's back
And another staff officer jumped
right over that other staff officer's back
A third staff officer jumped right over
two other staff officers' backs
And a fourth staff officer jumped right
over all the other staff officers' backs
One staff officer jumped right over
another staff officer's back
And another staff officer jumped right
over that other staff officer's back
A third staff officer jumped right over
two other staff officers' backs
And a fourth staff officer jumped right
over the other staff officers' backs
They were only playing leapfrog
They were only playing leapfrog
They were only playing leapfrog
When one staff officer jumped right over
another staff officer's back
They were only playing leapfrog
They were only playing leapfrog
They were only playing leapfrog
When one staff officer jumped right over
another staff officer's back
When one staff officer jumped right over
another staff officer's back
Hello. GOC-in-C here.
Clear the line, please.
Has the 8th Division
moved up on the right?
I see. Severe casualties.
No. You must reserve the artillery.
We're using too many shells.
Well, where is the 8th Division?
What?
I must have the 8th Division
forward on the right.
Thank you.
"70% casualties in the last attack.
a foreign field that is forever England."
Forward Joe Soap's army
Marching without fear
With our old commander
Safely in the rear
He boasts and skites
from morn till night
And thinks he's very brave
But the men who really did the job
Are dead and in their grave
Forward Joe Soap's army
Marching without fear
With our old commander
Safely in the rear
Amen
Take up your places! Straight through!
Dearly beloved brethren.
I'm sure you will be glad to hear
the news from the home front.
The Archbishop of Canterbury
has made it known
that it is no sin
to labour for war on the Sabbath.
And I'm sure
you would also like to know
that the Chief Rabbi has absolved
your Jewish brethren
from abstaining
from pork in the trenches.
Likewise, his holiness
the Pope has ruled
that the eating of flesh on Friday
- It's high time we had an Irish pope.
- You're right.
And in faraway Tibet,
the Dalai Lama has placed his prayers
at the disposal of the allies.
Now, brethren,
tomorrow being Good Friday,
we hope God will look kindly
on our attack.
We will now sing from
Hymns Ancient and Modern.
Number 358.
The Church's one foundation
We are the ragtime infantry
We cannot fight
We cannot shoot
What bleeding use are we?
And when we get to Berlin
To be his holy bride
And from his lot
Are the ragtime infantry
Amen
Let us pray.
O God, show thy face to us
as thou didst with thy angel at Mons.
The choir will now sing
What a Friend We Have in Jesus,
for success in tomorrow's onslaught.
- Amen.
- Amen.
When this lousy war is over
What a friend we have in Jesus
No more soldiering for me
All our sins and griefs to bear
When I get my ciwy clothes on
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer
No more church parades on a Sunday
Oh, what peace we often forfeit
No more putting in for leave
Oh, what needless pain we bear
I shall kiss the Sergeant Major
All because we do not carry
- How I'll miss him
- All to God
- In prayer
- How he'll grieve
Amen
Well, God,
the prospects for a successful attack
are now ideal.
Land of our birth.
Land of our birth.
The fields are full of tents, O Lord,
all empty as yet
except for unmade
and naked iron bedsteads.
Every ward has been cleared
to make way for the wounded
that will be arriving
when the big push comes.
The doctors say
there will be enormous numbers
of dead and wounded, God.
I ask thee for victory, Lord,
before the Americans arrive.
That we may bring, if need arise,
no maimed or won'thless sacrifice.
O Lord,
now lettest thou thy servant
depart in peace.
Parade, by squads!
Dismissed!
F squad, attention!
My troop, attention!
Whiter than the whitewash on the wall
Whiter than the whitewash on the wall
Oh, wash me in the water
that you wash your dirty daughter in
And I shall be whiter
than the whitewash on the wall
On the wall, on the wall
Oh, wash me in the water
that you wash your dirty daughter in
And I shall be whiter
than the whitewash on the wall
Quick march! Left, right, left, right!
Oh, wash me in the water
that you wash your dirty daughter in
And I shall be whiter
than the whitewash on the wall
On the wall, on the wall
On the wall, on the wall
O Lord, I beg you.
Do not let this dreadful war
cause all the suffering
that we have prepared for.
I know you will answer my prayer.
I want to go home
I want to go home
I don't want to go
in the trenches no more
Where whizzbangs and shrapnel
They whistle and roar
Take me over the sea
Where the alleyman can't get at me
Oh my, I don't want to die
I want to go home
Take me over the sea
Where the alleyman can't get at me
Oh my, I don't want to die
I want to go home
I thank you, God.
The attack is a great success.
Fighting has been severe,
but that was to be expected.
There has been some delay
along the Menin Road,
but the ground is thick with enemy dead.
First reports from
that our casualties
are only some 60,000,
mostly slight.
The wounded are very cheery indeed.
Well, that's the lot, then.
Right. Lead them off, Corporal Smith!
Right. Let's get back to the truck, lads.
Lead on this file.
Forward!
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me
And the little devils
how they sing-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me
Oh death
where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling
Oh grave, thy victory?
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me
And the little devils
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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