A butcher, yes that was my trade, but the King's shilling is now my fee
A butcher I may as well have stayed for the slaughter that I see
And the preacher in his pulpit sermoned "Go and fight, do what is right"
But he don't have to hear these guns and I bet he sleeps at night
And I... and I can't stop shaking, my hands won't stop shaking
My arms won't stop shaking, my mind won't stop shaking
I want to go home. Please let me go home, go home
And I have seen a friend of mine hang on the wire like some rag toy
Then in the heat the flies come down and cover up the boy
And the flies come down in Gommecourt, Thiepval, Mametz Wood and French Verdun
If the preacher he could see those flies wouldn't preach for the sound of guns
And I... and I can't stop shaking, my hands won't stop shaking
My arms won't stop shaking, my mind won't stop shaking
I want to go home. Please let me go home, go home
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