Old Battle Field
Well I was in my army cadets training weekend and they told us about the old British army so enjoy!
Standing on the front lines
With bright red blazing coats
Thinking back to the billet with fine wines
These are sent from home one man gloats
Cannons are craning to point at you
Still marching upon them like gentlemen
Whole ranks getting wiped out leaving just shoes
Let us leave now we preten'
These ranks are made from conmen alike
Just thinking about silling the enemies blood tonight
We march to war
To war we march
Marching, marching, marching
Gary Morris 17 18-11-06
With bright red blazing coats
Thinking back to the billet with fine wines
These are sent from home one man gloats
Cannons are craning to point at you
Still marching upon them like gentlemen
Whole ranks getting wiped out leaving just shoes
Let us leave now we preten'
These ranks are made from conmen alike
Just thinking about silling the enemies blood tonight
We march to war
To war we march
Marching, marching, marching
Gary Morris 17 18-11-06
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