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Don't know how many of you have come across the Show Of Hands album Centenary: Words and Music of the Great .
This Song by Chris Hoban puts me in mind of Johns Padre figure.
Sorry to say the spacing went all to pot when I pasted this in but you get the picture, I can not recommend the album and Johns figure enough
Regards
Glynn aka RAMC
This Song by Chris Hoban puts me in mind of Johns Padre figure.
No more for me the rolling parish The city quarter, the village spire
My flock are waiting in their dugout Their untrained voices my only choir
I bless them all - the saint, the sinner The seasoned veteran, the volunteer
The men of every rank and station
So full of courage, so lean in years
Each day I greet the new arrivals Their faces eager and flushed with pride
I watch them train and follow orders And hear their story behind the lines I help them read,
I write their letters I give them baccy,
I press their hands And at the last, a grain of comfort An absolution in No-Man’s land
Each night I pray in my poor fashion God bless the Tommy, God bless the Hun
And all the privates and their captains And all their widows and all their sons
And the devout, the non-believers And the survivors and all the slain
That all who witnessed such destruction May never witness the like again
I bless them all - the saint, the sinner The seasoned veteran, the volunteer
The men of every rank and station So full of courage, so lean in years
My flock are waiting in their dugout Their untrained voices my only choir
I bless them all - the saint, the sinner The seasoned veteran, the volunteer
The men of every rank and station
So full of courage, so lean in years
Each day I greet the new arrivals Their faces eager and flushed with pride
I watch them train and follow orders And hear their story behind the lines I help them read,
I write their letters I give them baccy,
I press their hands And at the last, a grain of comfort An absolution in No-Man’s land
Each night I pray in my poor fashion God bless the Tommy, God bless the Hun
And all the privates and their captains And all their widows and all their sons
And the devout, the non-believers And the survivors and all the slain
That all who witnessed such destruction May never witness the like again
I bless them all - the saint, the sinner The seasoned veteran, the volunteer
The men of every rank and station So full of courage, so lean in years
Sorry to say the spacing went all to pot when I pasted this in but you get the picture, I can not recommend the album and Johns figure enough
Regards
Glynn aka RAMC
