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the men of no property - home soldier home lyrics

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well the soldier being weary, he laid down his head
he called for a rucksack to make himself a bed
and he laid down on the street, aye as tramps have often done
he swore undeclared he was sorry he had come

and it’s home, soldier home
home you ought to be!
home far away in your own country
with your steel war machinery and your stinking cs gas
your old rubber bullets you can shove them up your jumper

well early next morning the soldier hе arose
the street was full of broken glass, thе walls with bullet holes
the sergeant he stood over him and he [?} in his ear
“you can do that over there, my boy, but you’ll not do that o’er here”

and it’s home, soldier home
home you ought to be!
home far away in your own country
with your steel war machinery and your stinking cs gas
your old rubber bullets you can shove them up your jumper

ah well drink a toast to belfast, curse the unemployment queue
get back to dear old england where there’s work for you to do
the unemployed will rise when the time comes to fight
it’s written on the walls, sure as day, foul as night
and it’s home, soldier home
home you ought to be!
home far away in your own country
with your steel war machinery and your stinking cs gas
your old rubber bullets you can shove them up your ass!



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