We know what Ewan did in the war,
Absolutely sweet f### all.
For less than a year
He wore the King's gear
But this was not for McColl

We don't know the reason,
We know it's not treason
But why did he join up at all?
Was he made to enlist?
Or was he just pissed?
No will know but McColl.

There are stories galore
Of disguises he wore,
After he went a.w.o.l
In Manchester town
Did he limp up and down
Was that humpy backed begger McColl?

Just after the war
When the danger was o'er
And Ewan could once more stand tall.
They thought he was mad,
Not stupid or bad
No sentence was passed on McColl

We now know the score
Of his time in the war
Let's stop this unseemly brawl.
We know he could write,
Be it wondrous or shite
The last man to care is McColl!