Le Havre
Le Havre

Lord above, we're in France for sure
Long, long way from our home
Grab your rifles boys lets go ashore
And make this place our own

Mon Amis, Tre Bien, Bonjour
That's what they say over here
If it don't kill you boys then wine's the cure
For an overdose of beer

Sgt said we could stay in bed
Might even bring a mug of tea
The Army loves you boys, that's what he said
But he's not fooling me

Clean your rifles boys an dust your caps
Bull your boots up till they shine
Kitchener himself might stop and chat
As he passes down the line

God is with us now, the Padre said
And he will be right by our side
Well, pass the ammo Lord and duck your head
With a laugh one Tommy cried

We're heading northwards soon to join the fight
We'd all say, not before time
Sitting round here somehow don't seem right
When they're dieing on the line

Mind the horses boys and watch the guns
We'll follow smartly in their tracks
We've waited long enough to face the Hun
And we'll soon be marching back
Lyrics Credits: John Evans
Music Credits: John Evans
Producer Credits: John Evans
Performance Credits: John Evans
Short Song Description:
From the album 'Chums'. Waiting in the holding camp at Le Havre
Story Behind the Song:
From the album 'Chums'. Waiting in the holding camp at Le Havre
Song Length: 3:58
Primary Genre: Folk-General
Secondary Genre: Folk-Traditional