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Lyr Req: Bombed Last Night

Wotcha35@aol.com 22 Nov 98 - 11:55 PM
GUEST 13 Nov 10 - 04:40 AM
Richie Black (misused acct, bad email) 13 Nov 10 - 04:53 AM
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Subject: Lyr Add: BOMBED LAST NIGHT
From: Wotcha35@aol.com
Date: 22 Nov 98 - 11:55 PM

I am looking for the original lyrics and history to the WWI song "Bombed Last Night." Two verses were sung in the movie "Oh What a Lovely War." The tune seems to track a variation of an american college tune about Dutch Cheese eaters (or something like that). I'll contribute the following "original" verses followed by some adaptions I made about 20 years ago -- only a handful of soldiers know the additional verses:

ORIGINAL:

Bombed last night, bombed the night before
We're going to get bombed tonight,
If we never get bombed anymore.
When we're bombed, we're scared as we can be,
God stop the bombing, from Higher Germany.
They're warning us, they're warning us.
One shell hole for the four of us.
Thank your lucky stars that 3 of us can run.
So one of us can use it all alone.

Gassed last night, gassed the night before
We're going to get gassed tonight,
If we never get gassed anymore.
When we're gassed, we're sick as we can be,
The Phosgene and Mustard Gas, are much too much for me.
They're warning us, they're warning us.
One gas mask for the four of us.
Thank your lucky stars that 3 of us can run,
So one of us can use it all alone.

MODFIED:

Shelled last night, shelled the night before
WE're gonna get shelled tonight,
If we never get shelled anymore.
When we're shelled, we're scared as we can be.
God stop the shelling by our Field Artillery.
They're warning us, they're warning us.
One foxhole for the four of us.
Thank your lucky stars that 3 of us can run,
So one of us can use it all alone.

Shot last night, shot the night before.
We're gonna get shot tonight,
If we never get shot anymore.
When we're shot, we're bloody as we can be,
God stop the shooting by our infantry.
They're warning us, they're warning us,
One 16 for the four of us.
Thank your lucky stars that 3 of us are dead,
So one of us can use it all alone.

Marched last night, marched the night before
We're gonna get marched tonight,
If we're never marched anymore.
When we're marched, we sore as we can be,
God stop the Jodies by the Airborne Infantry.
They're warning us, they're warning us.
One pair of boots for the 4 of us.
Thank your lucky stars that 3 of us have cramps,
So one of us can use it all alone.

Trained last night, trained the night before,
We're gonna get trained tonight,
If we never get trained anymore.
When we're trained, we're tired as we can be
God stop the bull from the cadre.
They're warning us, they're warning us.
Three hours sleep for the four of us.
Thank your lucky stars that 3 of us have guard,
So one of us can sleep all alone.


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Subject: RE: Bombed Last Night
From: GUEST
Date: 13 Nov 10 - 04:40 AM

This is a relly moving song! It was helpfu for my homework. Thank you guys!! :) xxx


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Subject: Lyr Add: BOMBED LAST NIGHT + THE DYING AIRMAN
From: Richie Black (misused acct, bad email)
Date: 13 Nov 10 - 04:53 AM

A great song from the Great War of 1914-18

BOMBED LAST NIGHT

Bombed last night, Bombed the night before
Gonna get bombed tonight if we never get bombed any more.
When we're bombed, we're scared as we can be.
Oh God damn the bombin' planes from Germany.

They're over us, they're over us,
One shell-hole for the four of us
Glory be to God there are no more of us
'Cause one of us could fill it all alone.

Gassed last night—gassed the night before,
Gonna get gassed again if we never git gassed no more,
When we're gassed, we're as sick as we can be,
'Cause phosgene and mustard gas is too much for me.

A POOR AVIATOR LAY DYING

A poor aviator lay dying.
At the end of a bright summer's day.
His comrades had gathered about him.
To carry his fragments away.

The airplane was piled on his wishbone,
His Hotchkiss was wrapped round his head;
He wore a spark-plug on each elbow,
'Twas plain he would shortly be dead.

He spit out a valve and a gasket,
And stirred in the sump where he lay,
And then to his wondering comrades,
These brave parting words he did say:

And the butterfly valve off my neck,
Extract from my liver the crankshaft,
There are lots of good parts in this wreck.

And the cylinders out of my brain,
Take the piston rods out of my kidneys,
And assemble the engine again."


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