The Somme
All charged up with Glory
They joined up as pals
The first sign of war
The noise from the shells
Those young men called Tommy
They wanted some fun
They travelled to France
To put paid to the Hun
They climbed from their Trenches
Twas nineteen sixteen
The German machine guns
A killing machine
So many went forward
Not many went back
A badly planned fight
An atrocious attack
So think of them fondly
As they’ve faded away
They gave all they had
So that you had today
©karltearney