That Serbian man Assassinated Archduke Ferdinand With what would transpire Would change the world And set Europe afire
On one side the Czar and the King And on the other stood The Kaiser and Ottoman thang The boys and the men and the girls Were armed and mobilized Their forces aligned
They crawled through the mud And they cut through the wire A constant assault of artillery fire The curtain of shrapnel Took the flesh from the bone They fell in the field And never got home
They were the lads Who fought and won
Up over the bridge A heavy fortress lies Atop of the ridge Bristling with guns Austro-Hungarian Empire dug in
They fought through the night Like the devil at dawn The enemy captured Or dead on the ground It wasn't achieved without terrible loss Posthumous award of Victoria Cross