Little Tommy Atkins The Soldier’s Son- D

Little Tommy Atkins the soldier’s son
Striding round the the town with his wooden gun
Mother digs for victory
Daddy went to war
It will all be over as soon as it’s begun
It will all be over as soon as it’s begun

Little Tommy Atkins lied about his age
Mother Atkins slapped him flew into a rage
Didn’t want a feather
Didn’t like the school
Chaplain waved him off lad don’t forget to pray
Chaplain waved him off lad don’t forget to shave

Little Tommy Atkins marching ten miles in the rain
Pissing in his boots to help relieve the pain
He can point a rifle
Bayonet the straw
Packed him off to Flanders crammed aboard a train
Packed him off to Flanders crammed aboard a train

Little Tommy Atkins gassed up the front line
Weeping in his dugout starts to lose his mind
Bullet in his shoulder
Shrapnel in his arse
Stop your crying private where’s your effin spine
Stop your crying private where’s your effin spine

Little Tommy Atkins the soldiers son
Shambles round the streets of his quiet English town
Mother doesn’t say much
Daddy’s in the ground
And there’s no jobs for heroes now the war is won.
And there’s no jobs for heroes now the war is won.

Poor old Tommy Atkins couldn’t talk to anyone
Had a little accident cleaning out his gun
Bullet blew his head off
Heard it down the street
Here lies Tommy Atkins modern warfare’s son
Here lies Tommy Atkins modern warfare’s son
For Tommy it was over as soon as it began
For Tommy it was over as soon as it began