British Soldier's Discharge Song
When the fighting was at its fiercest
And everything looked black
This was the promise that cheered us on
'You'll get your old job back!'
We were not professional soldiers
Fighting was not our game
We were only peaceful citizens
Who fought hard just the same
We sacrificed our wives and kids
And homes to do our bit
But now the door is closed to us
It seems hard, we admit
For I can't get the old job
And can't get a new
Can't carry on as I used to do
I look around me, and what do I see?
Thousands and thousands of fellows
A lot worse off than me
In Piccadilly, friends pass me by
I'm absolutely stranded in the Strand
And I confess I was contented, more or less
When I was stony broke in No Man's Land
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