11 May 02 - 02:56 PM (#708991) Subject: Marching by Alan Bell From: Shanty Kees Can anybody help me to the words of Marching (Marching down the road again) by Alan Bell. It was recorded by Jim Mageean & Johnny Collins on their album "Live at Herga!" (about 1982). Thanks. |
11 May 02 - 03:38 PM (#709024) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Marching by Alan Bell From: Sorcha I haven't found anything relevant--any lyric snippets? |
11 May 02 - 04:00 PM (#709039) Subject: Lyr Add: MARCHING (Alan Bell) From: A Wandering Minstrel Hastily culled from my beer addled memory so may not be entire ...AWM
I joined up in the army They said I was a clown
and I went marching, marching down the road again
They marched me off to flanders to all the rain and mud
They sent me into civvy street and gave to me a treat
I've marched Old england over to try and find a job |
11 May 02 - 04:35 PM (#709067) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Marching by Alan Bell From: Dave the Gnome If it is the same Alan Bell that runs the Fylde Folk Festival (and it does look like one of his songs) his contact details are on www.fyldefolk.co.uk Good Luck and Cheers Dave the Gnome |
12 May 02 - 05:44 AM (#709376) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Marching by Alan Bell From: Shanty Kees AWM, this is the one. Thank you all very much for your help. Kees |
12 May 02 - 10:32 AM (#709449) Subject: Lyr Add: MARCHING (Alan Bell) From: A Wandering Minstrel I was more addled than I thought and ran two verses together.... it should be
They marched me into civvy street and said now here's a treat
So I went off to make me way in the land that heroes made sorry AWM |
15 Feb 03 - 07:39 PM (#891257) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Marching by Alan Bell From: McGrath of Harlow Walking home from today's big march in London this song by Alan Bell popped into my head, but I couldn't remember the words, so I thought I'd check the Mudcat. Which came up trumps. For convenience I'll collate the verses from A Wandering Minstrel's posts (I've a feeling there may be more Alan sometimes sings): I joined up in the army They said I was a clown and so to teach me soldiering they marched me up and down and like the good old Duke of York who had 10000 men they marched me up to the top o the Hill and marched me down again and I went marching, marching down the road again marching, marching down the road again and tho I keep on marching and trying to reach the end I haven't go there yet and I'm still marching They marched me off to Flanders to all the rain and mud I learned to keep me head down and run whenever I could I never thought I would survive when all me mates was gone but at last they said to me "Young man, it's time to march you home" and I went marching, marching down the road again marching, marching down the road again and tho I keep on marching and trying to reach the end I haven't go there yet and I'm still marching They marched me into civvy street and said now here's a treat They gave to me a demob suit and new boots for me aching feet The missus said that they'd be fine for walking in the park I had to laugh, I had to smile, what a bloody lark and I went marching, marching down the road again marching, marching down the road again and tho I keep on marching and trying to reach the end I haven't go there yet and I'm still marching So I went off to make me way in the land that heroes made and pretty soon was taken on and learned meself a trade I marched down to the factory gate for a year or two or more but hard times came, the boss went broke and they marched me out the door and I went marching, marching down the road again marching, marching down the road again and tho I keep on marching and trying to reach the end I haven't go there yet and I'm still marching I've marched Old England over to try and find a job I don't want much, just some graft, to earn a couple of bob. We'll all march down to London to see the king and queen sometimes it seems to me that all I've ever been is marching, marching down the road again marching, marching down the road again and tho I keep on marching and trying to reach the end I haven't go there yet and I'm still marching. |