YOUNG JIMMY IN FLANDERS

Will ye go to Flanders, young Jamie o
O will ye go to Flanders, young Jamie o
There you'll get wine and brandy, medals fine and dandy
O will ye go to Flanders, young Jamie o

O dinnae go to Flanders, my Jamie o
O dinnae go to Flanders, my only Jamie o
What good tae me is brandy, or medals fine and dandy
If you're lying deid on Flanders, my Jamie o

Will ye go to Flanders, young Jamie o
And serve those who command us, young Jamie o
We fight the fearful Hun, with our long Lee Enfield guns
Though he's just your fellow man when we stop for Christmas Day

Jamie he went to Flanders, so many years ago
To the Somme, to Ypres and Arras, not so many years ago
He played his pipes to battle and the laddies died liked cattle
And the brandy was drunk in Whitehall, a million miles away

What saw ye there on Flanders, my Jamie o
What saw ye there on Flanders, my only Jamie o
We rang the victory bells over every foe that fell
Working men just like mesel, my Rosie o

Will ye go to Flanders, young Jamie o
And serve those who command us, young Jamie o
There you'll get wine and brandy and medals fine and dandy
Or will you die on Flanders, young Jamie o

copyright Andy M Stewart, I'd imagine.

Any mistakes are through my own hearing.