Please Monsieur a penny for mi’ keep sir
Please Monsieur a penny for the poor
I was as right as rain sir, now I’m a trifle lame
And I haven’t been the same since they packed me off to war
At nineteen years my life stretched out before me
I had no wish for to fight a foreign foe
Apprenticed engineer sir, a promising career
Aah but all that has gone queer – sir - since the blighters bid me go
Please Monsieur a penny for mi’ keep sir
Please Monsieur a penny for the poor
I was as right as rain sir, now I’m a trifle lame
And I haven’t been the same since they packed me off to war
I had a sweetheart - she doesn’t want to know me
A fulsome damsel - a galleon in full sail
Her name was Sadie Frost and she let me go because
I’m not half the man I was since I shipped for Passchendaele
So please Monsieur a penny for mi’ keep sir
Please Monsieur a penny for the poor
I was as right as rain sir, now I’m a trifle lame
And I haven’t been the same since they packed me off to war
I gained the rank of Quartermaster Sergeant
I kept mi’ books and mi’ figures trim and neat
Til a lousy mortar shell blew mi’ two fine legs to hell
I wish I was there as well – and not begging on this street
So please Monsieur a penny for mi’ keep sir
Please Monsieur a penny for the poor
I was as right as rain sir, now I’m a trifle lame
And I haven’t been the same since they packed me off to war
So don’t you dare go fight for king and country
Don’t you shoulder a bayonet and a gun
You stay safe and sound. Don’t go dodging mortar rounds
Cos mi’ legs have not been found since I went to fight the Hun
Please Monsieur a penny for my keep sir
Please Monsieur a penny for the poor
I was as right as rain sir, now I’m a trifle lame
And I haven’t been the same since they packed me off to war
Please Monsieur a penny for the poor
I was as right as rain sir, now I’m a trifle lame
And I haven’t been the same since they packed me off to war
At nineteen years my life stretched out before me
I had no wish for to fight a foreign foe
Apprenticed engineer sir, a promising career
Aah but all that has gone queer – sir - since the blighters bid me go
Please Monsieur a penny for mi’ keep sir
Please Monsieur a penny for the poor
I was as right as rain sir, now I’m a trifle lame
And I haven’t been the same since they packed me off to war
I had a sweetheart - she doesn’t want to know me
A fulsome damsel - a galleon in full sail
Her name was Sadie Frost and she let me go because
I’m not half the man I was since I shipped for Passchendaele
So please Monsieur a penny for mi’ keep sir
Please Monsieur a penny for the poor
I was as right as rain sir, now I’m a trifle lame
And I haven’t been the same since they packed me off to war
I gained the rank of Quartermaster Sergeant
I kept mi’ books and mi’ figures trim and neat
Til a lousy mortar shell blew mi’ two fine legs to hell
I wish I was there as well – and not begging on this street
So please Monsieur a penny for mi’ keep sir
Please Monsieur a penny for the poor
I was as right as rain sir, now I’m a trifle lame
And I haven’t been the same since they packed me off to war
So don’t you dare go fight for king and country
Don’t you shoulder a bayonet and a gun
You stay safe and sound. Don’t go dodging mortar rounds
Cos mi’ legs have not been found since I went to fight the Hun
Please Monsieur a penny for my keep sir
Please Monsieur a penny for the poor
I was as right as rain sir, now I’m a trifle lame
And I haven’t been the same since they packed me off to war
Contributed by dq82 - 2017/4/6 - 12:38
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