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Falklands Song

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It was one fine May morning as Wescott Street I crossed
I hadn't thought of signing up but my giro-cheque was lost (*)
As I passed the Army office a poster caught my eye
So I signed up
So I signed up
So I signed up as a professional not thinking I might die

They sent me to my regiment to train me for the fray
My family's hearts were broken, at home they had to stay
My wife and kids were crying, it isn't just a fey
They would rather
They would rather
They would rather have me safe at home and with them every day

Then off to the South Atlantic there to try my skill
The weapons that we'd practised with we fired and aimed to kill
And the weapons we were using were used on either side
And Argentinian
Argentinian
Argentinian ammunition from Britain was supplied

Oh may they never prosper and may they never thrive
Those men who make their fortunes from armament supplies
And Thatcher and Galtieri who sent those boys away
Just remember
Just remember
Just remember the blood that's on your hands just can't be washed away

And now the fighting's over it's time to count the cost
Never mind which side we were on two thousand lives were lost
And the sacrifice of young men's lives no logic can explain
For those bleak islands
Those bleak islands where I died
When election day is over they'll negotiate again
(*) giro-cheque: l’assegno di disoccupazione



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