Just Before The Battle, Mother
George Frederick RootAltra parodia, anche questa ben piĆ¹ contro la guerra che non... | |
JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE, MOTHER A Parody Just before the battle, mother, l was drinking mountain dew, When l saw the "Rebels" marching, To the rear I quickly flew; Where the stragglers were flying, Thinking of their homes and wives; 'Twas not the "Rebs" we feared, dear mother, But our own dear precious lives. Farewell, mother, for you'll never See my name among the slain. For if I only can skedaddle, Dear mother, I'll come home again. I hear the bugle sounding, mother, My soul is eager for the fray. I guess I'll hide behind some cover, And then I shall be OK. Discretion's the better part of valor, At least I've often heard you say; And he who loves his life, dear mother, Won't fight if he can run away. | JUST BEHIND THE BATTLE, MOTHER Just behind the battle, Mother I'll come slinking home to you. For the cannons' rattle, Mother Makes me feel Almighty blue. I am not as fond of dying, As my comrades seem to be; So, from missiles 'round me flying, I'll come slinking home to thee. Mother, can't you hear the hissing Of the bullets, all too plain. I may be numbered with the missing, But never, never with the slain. Gently falls the night, dear Mother Gently slopes the battle plain. But I'll be, still more gently, Mother, Sloping home to you again. I care not a whit for glory, Or for laurels on my brow. I would rather see them laurels In your kitchen garden now. Mother, can't you hear the hissing Of the bullets, all too plain. I may be numbered with the missing, But never, never with the slain. I am sorry I resisted Your entreatings long ago. I was staunch when I enlisted, But I'm much more flight now. When I'm back again, dear Mother, From your side I'll never roam. I'll defend my country's honor In tranquillity at home. Mother, can't you hear the hissing Of the bullets, all too plain. I may be numbered with the missing, But never, never with the slain. |