No it’s nothing to do with me, mate ,
that’s what I heard them all say:
it’s nothing to do with me, mate-

Me? I was looking the other way

when the bombs fell
and it turned to hell
and even the children died.
No, nothing to do with me mate,

Me? – I’d crossed the road to the other side.

No, nothing to do with me mate,
It’s the government of the day-

they’re the ones
we have to heed,
they made the rules
they gave the lead,

nothing to do with me
don’t you see,
Me ? -I was looking the other way.

So it’s nothing to do with me, sport,
I’m just a simple man,
living a life
job, kids and wife,
doing the best I can.

No it’s nothing to do with me at all
when the troops go in
or the bombs start to fall

and it’s off to hell
at the burst of a shell

where the lads are dying,
and the families trying
to give it a meaning-
at the grave side leaning,

huddle in black
as the rifle’s sharp crack

makes the crows
in the yews
cry and call.

‘He gave of his best
and now he’s at rest,
but so young,
oh so young, so to fall.

Yes he made us all proud,
though he’s wrapped in a shroud
the bugle notes falling
speak of his calling

with a cadence that cuts like a sword.

A soldier you see
he went to be

and they said that his fight
would establish the right
of the place where he died
to be free.’

But it’s nothing to do with me, mate
the moment the bullet struck.
It’s the fall of the card and
I know it sounds hard
but I guess he was just out of luck.

So, nothing to do with me mate,
that last second he fell and he died.
I’d
turned away
for many a day

crossed the road
to the other
side.

No, it’s nothing to do with me, mate ,
that’s what I hear them all say:
nothing to do with me, mate-

Me?
I’m looking
the other
way.