Butcher’s Tale (Western Front 1914) (Single Version)

A butcher, yes that was my trade, but the King's shilling is now my fee

A butcher I may as well have stayed for the slaughter that I see

And the preacher in his pulpit sermoned "Go and fight, do what is right"

But he don't have to hear these guns and I bet he sleeps at night

And I... and I can't stop shaking, my hands won't stop shaking

My arms won't stop shaking, my mind won't stop shaking

I want to go home. Please let me go home, go home

And I have seen a friend of mine hang on the wire like some rag toy

Then in the heat the flies come down and cover up the boy

And the flies come down in Gommecourt, Thiepval, Mametz Wood and French Verdun

If the preacher he could see those flies wouldn't preach for the sound of guns

And I... and I can't stop shaking, my hands won't stop shaking

My arms won't stop shaking, my mind won't stop shaking

I want to go home. Please let me go home, go home