Ambling madly all over the town 

The call to arms, you're likened to a whisper 

I liken to a radio 

You were a brick bag a bowery tuff, so rough 

They called you from a cartoona_³ 

Pulled out of your pantaloons 



But You 

My brother in arms 

I'd rather I'd lose my limbs 

Than let you come to harm 



But You 

My bombazine doll 

The bullets may singe your skin 

And the mortars may fall 



But I 

I never felt so much life 

Than tonight 

Huddled in the trenches 

Gazing on the battle field 

Our rifles blaze away 

We blaze away 



Corporal Bradley of regiment five 

And proud array standing by the bathing 

Soldiers and the stevedores 

We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep 

Our eyes align, swaddled in our civies 

Cradled in our dungarees 



But You 

My brother in arms 

I'd rather I'd lose my limbs 

Than let you come to harm 



But You 

My bombazine doll 

The bullets may singe your skin 

And the mortars may fall 



But I 

I never felt so much life 

Than tonight 

Huddled in the trenches 

Gazing on the battle field 

Our rifles blaze away 

We blaze away 

We blaze away 

We blaze away