John Bray - Trench Blues | Текст песни

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I went a sailin', cross the deep blue sea
Lord I was worryin' with those submarines
Worryin' with those submarines
Hey, hey hey hey

My home in the trenches, livin' in a big dugout
Lord my home in the trenches livin' in a big dugout
Home in the trenches livin' in a big dugout
Hey, hey hey hey

We went a hikin', to the firin' line
Lord I was standin' hearin' mens a cryin'
Standin' hearin' mens a cryin'
Hey, hey hey hey

We went a hikin', to old [Montsac ?] Hill
Lord forty thousand soldiers called out to drill
Forty thousand soldiers called out to drill
Hey, hey hey hey

I went to Belgium, blowed my bugle horn
Lord, time I blowed, motherless Germans is gone
Time I blowed, motherless Germans is gone
Hey, hey hey hey

We went to Berlin, went with all our will
Lord if the whites don't get him the niggers certainly will
White 'uns don't get him the niggers certainly will
Hey, hey hey hey

Last old word, heard old Kaiser say
Lord he was callin' those Germans long way long away
Callin' those Germans long way long away
Hey, hey hey hey

Here she come, with her hair let down
Lord here she come with her hair let down
Here she come with her hair let down
Hey, hey hey hey

The Belgian women: \"No, I no comprend\"
Lord women in France hollerin' \"No comprend\"
Women in France hollerin' \"No comprend\"
Hey, hey hey hey

Rainin' here, stormin' on the sea
Lord rainin' here stormin' on the sea
Rainin' here stormin' on the sea
Hey, hey hey hey

Whistle's blowin', big bell sadly tones
Lord many a soldier, Lord, is dead and gone
Many a soldier, Lord, is dead and gone
Hey, hey hey hey

Called him in the mornin', chased him in the night
Lord hit 'im in the head, make him treat the Americans right
Hit 'im in the head make him treat the Americans right

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