ramblings and things
Did he play the Tunes of Glory
Bagpipes all a skirl;
Did he pipe them bravely forward
Stickert kilt a twirl.
Did they follow him bravely
Lambs being led on
To the stuttering fire of
A belt fed machine gun.
Lions led by donkeys
Though only at the top;
The life of a subbie seconds
When they went over the top.
Are these simple white crosses
In gleaming serried ranks
Sufficient expression of
A grateful nation’s thanks,
When some came back
Were they treated well
After all those years of
Fourteen Eighteen hell.
Sadly they were in poverty
When they were called to go
And all those years later they
Returned to the status quo,
For God was back in His heaven
And everyone knew their place,
No longer conquering heroes
Just the scum of the human race.
Pipe Major led them bravely
Now, years later would he cry
Full of remorse and guilt
For those he led off to die.
Pipe Major