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SECOND FRONT SONG
(Ewan MacColl)

Now me boys, if you will listen, I'll sing you a little song,
So sit you down awhile here, I won't detain you long
I was serving in the infantry, was told I would receive
With all the other blokes a weekend's embarkation leave.

cho: It's here chum, it's here chum, it's the Second Front for you,
In spite of their old Atlantic Wall, we're the boys to see it through'
It won't take long to finish it when we have got their range
And then we can all go home and live like humans for a change.

I packed me bag at the double and I was ready soon
I took my place in an army truck with the rest of my platoon;
Nobody made much noise that trip, the driver he did blind
We were all too busy thinking of the ones we'd left behind.

When we reached the railway station the queue was three miles long
They'd have filled the Wembley Stadium and still left quite a throng.
"It's every man for himself, lads!" cried Corporal McShane
So we rushed that crowd with a roar , and tore our way onto the train.

We were all pcked in the corridor, it was eighty in the shade,
The seats had all been taken by the chewing-gum brigade.
They smoked their Camel cigarettes and petted with their janes,
And looked at us as though we were something crept out of the drains.

For eleven long hours we stood there and watched the fields go by
We were parked so close we couldn't even smoke and that's no lie.
And all the time the Yanks talked big and boasted they were tops
And wrestled with their judies now and then between the stops.

At last the train reached Manchester, the station was Exchange
It was too late to get a car or bus to Whalley Range.
I tried to flag a taxi, but I didn't stand a chance
They'd all been commandeered to take the Yanjks home from a dance.

So I humped me pack upon me back and made to cross the street
And just escaped a certain death from a madly driven jeep;
But the thought of Nellie waiting there made happiness arise
And my heart was beating pleasantly at the thought of her surprise,

I let myself in quietly and tiptoed up the stairs,
The thought of being home again had banished all my cares.
In the bedroom then I murmured, " Nell, your soldier boy has come!"
When a voice replied, in sharp surprise, "Say Nell, Who is this bum?"

For a moment I stood speechless, and rooted in the ground
And then I switched the light on, and what do you think I found
My little Nell was lying there, exposing all her charms
Like the famous Whore of Babylon---in a Yankee MP's arms!

The geezer looked me over and then sat bold upright;
He was wearing my pyjamas (the ones with the purple stripes)
He made a sudden movement and tried to grab his gun
When I landed him a good straight left and stopped his bleeding fun.

And then I waded in, me boys, and pasted him like hell
The bastard lost so many teeth he couldn't even yell
I kicked him down the stairs, me lads, and out into the street
The geezer must have thought it was the middle of next week.

My story's nearly over, there's little left to tell,
I wasn't wearing any overtures from little Nell,
And every time I think of her, with grief my body fills
But she will do all right as long as there's a Yank to pay the bills.

@Army @WWII @infidelity @fight @Army
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