I'm just a poor ex-soldier, that's broken
down and blue,
Fought out in the Great War, for the old red, white, and blue.
I left my parents and my girl I loved, to France did go,
And fought out on the battlefield through hunger, sleet, and snow.
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I saw my buddies dying, and some shell shocked and torn,
Although we never faltered at the Battle of the Marne,
And we were told when we left home we'd be heroes of the land,
So we came back and found no one would lend a helping hand.
They promised gold and silver, and bid us
all adieu.
They said they'd welcome us back home when the terrible war was through.
We fought until the war was o'er, they said we'd won the fight,
But we have no job nor money, no place to sleep at night.
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They called us wandering boys, bums, asking for shelter and bread;
Although we fought in no man's land and a-many poor boy is dead.
So listen to my story and lend a helping hand,
To the poor forgotten soldier boy who fought to save our land.
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