Puttees and polish, a cigarette and a smile A sepia soldier, no more than a child You roared 'Tipperary' down to the train But in Flanders the guns sang a different refrain Standing in line, waiting to sign Standing in line to go over And a half-empty washing-line serves to remind That you're fallen and always standing in line Misinformation, a well-hidden lie Roll up, try your luck on the coconut shy White feathers or glory, while government hacks Are busy newspapering over the cracks Standing in line... But only the swallows and your postcards came home To the long summer days and the corn newly grown As certain as Empire you marched off to war Where fear-choked and rum-soaked, they taught you to plough Standing in line... You fought and you died in the mud and the rain A mile into hell and a mile back again A pawn in their game, not fallen but pushed And a Portland stone bonnet forever Standing in line..Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
