The Soldiering Life 歌词

Ambling madly all over the town The call to arms you liken to a whisper, I liken to a radio. You were a brick bat, a bowery tuff, so rough They culled you from a cartoon 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 In proud array standing by the bathing Soldiers and the stevedores. We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep Our eyes aligned, 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.