Le Havre

Lyrics

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

Credits

Lyrics Credits: John Evans

Music Credits: John Evans

Producer Credits: John Evans

Performance Credits: John Evans

Description

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

Metadata

Song Length: 3:58

Primary Genre: Folk-General

Secondary Genre: Folk-Traditional