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SOLDIER, SOLDIER (Eric Bogle) Soldier, Soldier will you fight for me march away with your fife and drum? How can I fight for Truth and Liberty, when I've got no boots to put on I've got no boots to put on. So off they went to the big old chest as fast as they could run And they brought him a pair of the finest leather boots and the soldier put them on. The soldier put them on. Cho: And the carpenter from Galilee hung from the crucifixion tree Gazing down with dying eyes at the soldiers there below Who laughed and swore and threw their dice as the prophet they called Jesus Christ With his dying breath prayed for the soldiers souls As they gambled for his torn and bloody robe Soldier, Soldier will you fight for me, march away with your fife and drum? Oh how can I fight for Truth and Liberty, when I've got no coat to put on. I've got no coat to put on. So off they went to the big old chest as fast as they could run And they brought him a coat of the finest cloth and the soldier put it on. The soldier put it on. Abraham's children burned and died in the flames of genocide In the ovens of the Death Camps six million souls were lost For six years Mercy hid her face while the soldiers of the Master Race Goose-stepped madly through the Holocaust On their arms they wore a crooked cross Soldier, Soldier will you fight for me, march away with your fife and drum? Oh how can I fight for Truth and Liberty, when I've got no hat to put on. I've got no hat to put on. So off they went to the big old chest as fast as they could run And they brought him a hat with a white cockade and the soldier put it on. The soldier put it on. The People's Poet heard the death drum beat in the sound of the soldiers' marching feet In Triumph and in Hate they came, their promise to fulfill Before they murdered him they cut off his hands and thought they'd crushed the song he sang But it was only the man the soldiers killed The song, ah the song is living still Soldier, Soldier will you fight for me, march away with your fife and drum? Oh how can I fight for Truth and Liberty, when I've got no sword to put on. I've got no sword to put on. So off they went to the big old chest as fast as they could run And they brought him a bright and shining sword and the soldier put it on. The soldier put it on. Soldier, Soldier since time began we've put the weapons in your hands While you kill at our commands we pretend our hands are clean Dressed in the Patriot's bloody rags, we chant our slogans, wave our flags Like children in a dark and threatening dream Trying to scare away the shadows of our screams Coda: Soldier, Soldier you frighten me In all your blind brutality Behind the soldier's mask I see A man-just like me. @war @political filename[ SOLDMAR2 AX |
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