The Young British Solider by Greens On Toast Lyrics

When first under fire an' you're wishful to duck
Don't look nor take 'eed at the man that is struck
Be thankful you're livin', and trust to your luck
And march to your front like a soldier
Front, front, front like a soldier . .

When 'arf of your bullets fly wide in the ditch
Don't call your Martini a cross-eyed old bitch;
She's human as you are - you treat her as sich
An' she'll fight for the young British soldier
Fight, fight, fight for the soldier . .

When shakin' their bustles like ladies so fine
The guns o' the enemy wheel into line
Shoot low at the limbers an' don't mind the shine
For noisе never startles thе soldier
Start-, start-, startles the soldier . .

If your officer's dead and the sergeants look white
Remember it's ruin to run from a fight:
So take open order, lie down, and sit tight
And wait for supports like a soldier
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier . .
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains
And the women come out to cut up what remains
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier
Go, go, go like a soldier
Go, go, go like a soldier
Go, go, go like a soldier
So-oldier of the Queen!