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Tommy's Lot
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From a live session for B.B.C. Radio Two. That's the beautiful voice and playing of Des Friel you can hear in the background. He's a fine songwriter. Check him out.
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As a solo performer, I'm a singer-songwriter, Spanish classical guitarist. Wide range of live, clubs, festivals, radio etc., There's a few people out there doi
I recently returned to performing after a break of many years. Accompanying myself on Spanish classic or electro-acoustic guitar, the material combines original compositions, folk, music from singer-songwriters, ragtime and tunes from the Spanish classical guitar repertoire. Recently been playing in a band in and around Liverpool but it broke up. Forwards and onwards...
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Guitar
Charts
Peak #222
Peak in subgenre #45
Author
Dominic Williams
Rights
P.R.S. and M.C.P.S. Copyright Controlled.
Uploaded
July 01, 2004
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
There used to be a band called "Tommy's Lot" who specialised in music from the First World War. I wrote this for them in the latter part of the last century. People have told me it's a folk song. It's nice to think that it might become one.
Lyrics
All for a uniform and three square meals a day We marched off in the Grand Parade Across the sea to France and up the line to death Like we were off on holiday, But where’s your land that’s fit for heroes, And the promises that you forgot? Blame it on the King, blame it on Lloyd George, But spare a thought for Tommy’s Lot. At Passchendaele, through the gas and shell, We stumbled through the jaws of Hell, But how will a mother say,”Your father fell…” In a town that she can’t even spell? And, if these men died for a reason, Did anybody tell them what? Call it an act of God, call it insanity, But spare a thought for Tommy’s Lot. Whatever became of the war to end all wars? Where did that grand illusion go? We left it buried in the bloody fields of France Beyond the lines of Maginot. Now, from the poppy fields of Flanders, The ghosts who never heard that final shot Sing, “Jerusalem will be built again!” But spare a thought for Tommy’s Lot. “There is a corner of a foreign field that is forever England.”
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