Harry Brewer Songtext
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Harry Brewer Songtext
Where are you now, Harry Brewer?
You′re lying in some dirty hole
With the sun beating down on the old battleground
May God give rest to your soul
You enlisted to fight for the king
You all sailed away on a morning in May
And that was the last you were seen
For they threw you into battle
Like dogs on Salonika's shore
Where Ataturk′s Huns with their rattling guns
Made you march through the batteries' roar
Where are you now, Harry Brewer?
You're lying in some dirty hole
With the sun beating down on the old battleground
May God give rest to your soul
And medics installed by the beds
While the poor fools of war get cut down by the score
And the blood flows from their heads
Still, they gave you a fine decoration
For serving the cause of their nation
And all that you cost was a wee silver cross
And your name on a stone by the station
Where are you now, Harry Brewer?
You′re lying in some dirty hole
With the sun beating down on the old battleground
May God give rest to your soul
There were others out fighting for freedom
On the Post Office steps with their heads held erect
They went down for a cause they believed in
They′d not die for the few that accused them
They'd not fight for the crew that abused them
But they′d hold their ground for a land of their own
And nobody's going to refuse them
Where are you now, Harry Brewer?
You′re lying in some dirty hole
With the sun beating down on the old battleground
May God give rest to your soul
I'm not saying you could have known better
There were thousands like you who sailed over the brew
And came back in a government letter
There are hundreds who′ll beat on their drums
And hundreds who'll carry their guns
But if you must die at all, sure, it's better to fall
For rights you′ll hand down to your sons
So, Where are you now, Harry Brewer?
You′re lying in some dirty hole
With the sun beating down on the old battleground
May God give rest to your soul
Oh, Where are you now, Harry Brewer?
You're lying in some dirty hole
With the sun beating down on the old battleground
May God give rest to your soul
You′re lying in some dirty hole
With the sun beating down on the old battleground
May God give rest to your soul
You enlisted to fight for the king
You all sailed away on a morning in May
And that was the last you were seen
For they threw you into battle
Like dogs on Salonika's shore
Where Ataturk′s Huns with their rattling guns
Made you march through the batteries' roar
Where are you now, Harry Brewer?
You're lying in some dirty hole
With the sun beating down on the old battleground
May God give rest to your soul
And medics installed by the beds
While the poor fools of war get cut down by the score
And the blood flows from their heads
Still, they gave you a fine decoration
For serving the cause of their nation
And all that you cost was a wee silver cross
And your name on a stone by the station
Where are you now, Harry Brewer?
You′re lying in some dirty hole
With the sun beating down on the old battleground
May God give rest to your soul
There were others out fighting for freedom
On the Post Office steps with their heads held erect
They went down for a cause they believed in
They′d not die for the few that accused them
They'd not fight for the crew that abused them
But they′d hold their ground for a land of their own
And nobody's going to refuse them
Where are you now, Harry Brewer?
You′re lying in some dirty hole
With the sun beating down on the old battleground
May God give rest to your soul
I'm not saying you could have known better
There were thousands like you who sailed over the brew
And came back in a government letter
There are hundreds who′ll beat on their drums
And hundreds who'll carry their guns
But if you must die at all, sure, it's better to fall
For rights you′ll hand down to your sons
So, Where are you now, Harry Brewer?
You′re lying in some dirty hole
With the sun beating down on the old battleground
May God give rest to your soul
Oh, Where are you now, Harry Brewer?
You're lying in some dirty hole
With the sun beating down on the old battleground
May God give rest to your soul
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