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MY GRANDFATHER HATED THE GERMANS (Michael Patterson) My Grandfather hated the Germans And when asked why this was his retort There were too many snipers In the Salient at Wipers Trying to cut my life short He went out to France in 1915 A man with the Connaught Rangers To fight with the Kaiser who he'd never seen And in the defence of some strangers But the times they were hard there was no work around And the Army gave cash in your fist You didn't need much yourself, it was "all found" So Grandfather went to enlist My Grandfather hated the Germans And when asked why this was his retort There were too many mines Underground at Messines Trying to cut my life short He slogged up to Arras with rifle and pack With thousands of mates going to work And was one of the hundred that made the walk back When the mincing machine'd done its work They were pulled from the line to a place called Maubeuge A village not far from the lines Where Grandad discovered that Boutel Vin Rouge Was the way that the French ordered wine My Grandfather hated the Germans And when asked why this was his retort There were too many Krauts With noses like snouts Trying to cut my life short He stayed pissed as a ferret while they formed a new squad Out of outfits that were cut to pieces And he ran a card school teaching green as the sod Young men how to grow new fleeces Then the Somme came along on a fine summer day And he's nicked by a bullet quite early And a nose full of gas kept him out of the way As his unit was mown like the barley My Grandfather hated the Germans And when asked why this was his retort There were too many Junkers Sitting in bunkers Trying to cut my life short He's out of the line for a year in support Training young men how to die And how to stay fit and to enjoy your sport But never to ask yourself why He kept himself alive until 1918 Tho' around him the shells skip and dance But was buried alive in a dugout latrine By a shell in the German advance My Grandfather hated the Germans And when asked why he said it was fit With the war nearly done A shell from a Hun Dropped me up to my neck in the dirt My Grandad went off to the fighting But survived and came back to us all He loved Mozart and Bach Wagner , Mahler and Sachs But he didn't like Germans at all! Copyright Michael A. Patterson (Micca) As a reaction to the "Green fields of France" and all those deaths in the first world war, this is a song about my grandad who did come back; all the places are real and the events are surreal. The tunes are mostly Tom Paxton's "Jimmy Newman" for theverses and "Dinah and her Villikins" for the limericks. Hope you like it. @WWI @war filename[ HATEGERM MP oct00 |
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