He was the only Scouser I'd ever met
A rogue, rascal, vagabond, and a mate:
We met on the train on our first day
Walked together through the Depot gate.
Me, just up from Yorkshire village,
A really truly country boy hick
Long, lanky, green as grass,
And in truth twice as thick.
And he a man of the world.
Certainly compared to me.
I think the first man I ever met
Who was really truly free.
He waltzed his way through Army life
With utter bare faced cheek
Found his little niche of comfort
In less than four weeks.
He became the camp scavenger.
If you'd lost any piece of kit,
Have a word with Old Scouser
To acquire a replacement bit.
(Which he may have stolen from you anyway
To replace what another squaddie had lost
But heck it was Old Scouser, wasn't it mate
And he replaced at such a reasonable cost).
I carried him back to camp one night
He swore blind his mind was so clear
Just that his legs weren't working well
After his mixed Vintage Cider and beer.
We parted during training
After a leg injury he had,
But I remember what he said to me
Keep on laughing Terry me lad.
Where ever you are Scouser mate
I never ever forgot.
So thanks for that lesson
I owe you such a lot.
If I ever get to heaven
And the Pearly Gates are gone
It's a pound to a pinch of salt
The Scouser helped to move them on.
He was the only Scouser I'd ever met
A rogue, rascal, vagabond, and a mate.
We met on the train on our first day,
Walked together through the Depot gate.