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WW1 A Soldiers Plight
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Somewhat of a true story called The Bugle Boy from WW1. Hard life and trench fighting in Germany.
My main genre is Celtic but I play everything from country to gospel. I have been preforming for over 20 years with different bands and a few of my own. Current
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic General
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#5,837 in subgenre Peak #21
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Peak #272
Author
Dave Ingerson
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yes
Uploaded
November 14, 2003
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MP3 5.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
A tribute to the veterens of WW1 and to all veterens, Thankyou!
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WW1 A Soldiers Plight Only a mere lad of just seventeen I was given a tin hat and a canteen I got my orders to fight Germany So I boarded a ship with my company. (Chorus) We sailed through the channel and landed near France The warm summer breeze made the Red Poppies dance With burned out buildings and holes in their walls I questioned myself will this war end all wars? And now as I lie in my dirt filled trench The smell of the dead and the gunpowder stench My shell-shocked comrades and now falling rain And in this mad world of rockets and hand grenades (Chorus) We sailed through the channel and landed near France The warm summer breeze made the Red Poppies dance With burned out buildings and holes in their walls I questioned myself will this war end all wars? So this is my letter that I'm sending home I've told you my story seems I'm all-alone But I'm stuck here in this barren land With orders to charge from high command (Chorus) We sailed through the channel and landed near France The warm summer breeze made the Red Poppies dance With burned out buildings and holes in their walls I questioned myself will this war end all wars? So over the wall we were made to fight The sound of the guns all through the night This living hell of a world that's gone mad With trenches and barbed wire and those that lay dead (Chorus) We sailed through the channel and landed near France The warm summer breeze made the red poppies dance With burned out buildings and holes in their walls I questioned myself will this war end all wars? We gathered on stretchers the crippled and maimed The armless the legless the blind and insane now black and white photos hang on someone's walls I still ask the same question would this war end all wars? (Chorus) And we sailed through the channel and landed near Franc The warm summer breeze made the red poppies dance With burned out buildings and holes in their walls I questioned myself will this end all wars? I questioned myself will this end all wars?
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