I wouldn’t be a soldier
I wouldn’t be a soldier, fighting in a hole
I wouldn’t be a soldier, acting like a mole
I wouldn’t be a soldier, standing on parade
I wouldn’t be a soldier, hearing that tirade
I wouldn’t be a soldier, crawling in the sand
I wouldn’t be a soldier, bayonet clutched in my hand
I wouldn’t be a soldier, bad memories to reflect
I wouldn’t be a soldier, but I’d give them my respect
I was a simple Sailor; I know this may sound thick
All the time spent on the sea, it always made me sick.