I would sound a battle cry If I were not afraid to die I, her lover, fight for England's glory Fighting enemies, such bravery she sees in me. I slept in the mud all night Shared with rugged boys the pictures of our princesses This is not the roaring twenties yet And we're old enough not to forget... God bless the warring nations Every soldier at his station I can tell my girl how pretty The fires of the last bombed city And hereafter I'll be a killer And I'll drink out my days with a century who'll hate me forever Poets wrote about my rights and wrongs Music halls filled up for wartime song And gentlemen in wigs said "Jolly Good lad! You've made this country what it is" And what it is... The greatest war in History That memory is not ours, it isn't mine I remember all that is not fiction I was cheated, retreating defeated. God bless the warring nations Every soldier at his station I can tell my girl how pretty The fires of the last bombed city And hereafter I'll be a killer And I'll drink out my days with a century who'll hate me forever God bless the warring nations Every soldier leaves his station We'd know nothing of defeat As every army would retreat And thereafter, I'd be a father And my girl'd be a mother And we'd drink to eachother forever...!