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Lyrics:
In a station in the city a British soldier stood
Talking to the people there if the people would
Some just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain
And the lonely British soldier wished he was back
home again
Come join the British Army! said the posters in his town
See the world and have your fun come serve before
the Crown
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face
the dole
So he took his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll
For there was no fear of fighting, the Empire long was
lost
Just ten years in the army getting paid for being bossed
Then leave a man experienced a man who's made the
grade
A medal and a pension some mem'ries and a trade
Then came the call for Ireland as the call had come
before
Another bloody chapter in an endless civil war
The priests they stood on both sides the priests they
stood behind
Another fight in Jesus's name the blind against the
blind
The soldier stood between them between the whistling
stones
And then the broken bottles that led to broken bones
The petrol bombs that burnt his hands the nails that
pierced his skin
And wished that he had stayed at home surrounded by
his kin
The station filled with people the soldier soon was
bored
But better in the station than where the people warred
The room filled up with mothers with daughters and
with sons
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun
A yell of fear a screech of brakes the shattering of
glass
The window of the station broke to let the package
pass
A scream came from the mothers as they ran towards
the door
Dragging their children crying from the bomb upon the
floor
The soldier stood and could not move his gun he
could not use
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on
the fuse
He could not run and pick it up and throw it in the
street
There were far too many people there too many
running feet
Take cover! yelled the soldier, Take cover for your
lives
And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood
before their wives
They turned towards the soldier their eyes alive with
fear
For God's sake save our children or they'll end their
short lives here
The soldier moved towards the bomb his stomach like
a stone
Why was this his battle God why was he alone
He lay down on the package and he murmured one
farewell
To those at home in England to those he loved so well
He saw the sights of summer felt the wind upon his
brow
The young girls in the city parks how precious were
they now
The soaring of the swallow the beauty of the swan
The music of the turning world so soon would it be
gone
A muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake
The soldier blown across the floor his blood a crimson
lake
There was no time to cry or shout there was no time to
moan
And they turned their children's faces from the blood
and from the bones
The crowd outside soon gathered and the ambulances
came
To carry off the body of a pawn lost in the game
And the crowd they clapped and cheered and they
sang their rebel song
One soldier less to interfere where he did not belong
And will the children growing up learn at their mothers'
knees
The story of the soldier who bought their liberty
Who used his youthful body as a means towards an
end
Who gave his life to those who called him murderer not
friend
