The mud shall be his winding sheet
A 14 pounder bore his name
Beyond the line at Ploegsteert
It tore the skin clean from his face
The mud shall be his winding sheet
And let the deads head in it’s place
Beyond the line at Ploegsteert
It split his belly like a plum
The mud shall be his winding sheet
And carried him off to kingdom come
Beyond the line at Ploegsteert
Poor dick is damp poor dick is dead
The mud shall be his winding sheet
A smoking crater for his bed
Beyond the line at Ploegsteert
His friends unsheathed his bayonet
The mud shall be his winding sheet
They’ll sing his song they’ll not forget
Beyond the lines at Ploegsteert
They cut the windpipe from his throat
The mud shall be his winding sheet
The string shall sing a pretty not
Beyond the line at Ploegsteert
The stretched it over his messed head
The mud will be his winding sheet
The body of a violin
As these men three the field they cut
The mud will be his winding sheet
And shaped the neck from a rifle butt
Beyond the line at Ploegsteert
They pulled out of his shattered leg
The mud will be his winding sheet
A bullet for a tuning peg
Beyond the line at Ploegsteert
His curving rib they cleaned with care
The mud shall be his winding sheet
And strung it with dead horses hair
Beyond the line at Ploegsteert
And when the dark of night closed in
The mud shall be his winding sheet
A tommy found the violin
And tucked it underneath his chin
And battle fury ceased it's din
Beyond the line at Ploegsteert
He drew the bow and it sand with soul
The mud shall be his winding sheet
I loved the world and now it’s gone
Beyond the line at Ploegsteert
It sang again the day we wed
The mud shall be his winding sheet
Her breasts were soft and her lips were red
Beyond the line at Ploegsteert
It sang the wind the rain the sun
The mud shall be his winding sheet
And sweet rest when your work is done
Beyond the line at Ploegsteert
Across barbed wire the song ran clear
The mud shall be his winding sheet
And every soldier shared a tear
Beyond the line at Ploegsteert
A yorkshire man to flanders came The mud shall be his winding sheet A 14 pounder bore his name Beyond the line at Ploegsteert It tore the skin clean from his face The mud shall be his winding sheet And let the deads head in it’s place Beyond the line at Ploegsteert It split his belly like a plum The mud shall be his winding sheet And carried him off to kingdom come Beyond the line at Ploegsteert Poor dick is damp poor dick is dead The mud shall be his winding sheet A smoking crater for his bed Beyond the line at Ploegsteert His friends unsheathed his bayonet The mud shall be his winding sheet They’ll sing his song they’ll not forget Beyond the lines at Ploegsteert They cut the windpipe from his throat The mud shall be his winding sheet The string shall sing a pretty not Beyond the line at Ploegsteert The stretched it over his messed head The mud will be his winding sheet The body of a violin As these men three the field they cut The mud will be his winding sheet And shaped the neck from a rifle butt Beyond the line at Ploegsteert They pulled out of his shattered leg The mud will be his winding sheet A bullet for a tuning peg Beyond the line at Ploegsteert His curving rib they cleaned with care The mud shall be his winding sheet And strung it with dead horses hair Beyond the line at Ploegsteert And when the dark of night closed in The mud shall be his winding sheet A tommy found the violin And tucked it underneath his chin And battle fury ceased it's din Beyond the line at Ploegsteert He drew the bow and it sand with soul The mud shall be his winding sheet I loved the world and now it’s gone Beyond the line at Ploegsteert It sang again the day we wed The mud shall be his winding sheet Her breasts were soft and her lips were red Beyond the line at Ploegsteert It sang the wind the rain the sun The mud shall be his winding sheet And sweet rest when your work is done Beyond the line at Ploegsteert Across barbed wire the song ran clear The mud shall be his winding sheet And every soldier shared a tear Beyond the line at Ploegsteert Explain Request ×
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