Half the front's out there, half-buried
The rest of us, we freeze and pray for spring
"dearest mother, fill my lungs till victory or food arrives"
What else can we do out here but sing?
Sixteen years and never been kissed
Jumped the queue and the waiting list
Civvy suits and new recruits, clean your rifle, polish your boots
Learn to give the correct salute
Singing, singing out the days
Singing, singing out the days
Lice and rats along the trench
Coffin nails to cover the stench
For thirty weeks we hold the line while all the toffs get reassigned
Apart from the war, we're doing fine
Singing, singing out the days
Singing, singing out the days
Songs for drowning out the shells
Songs to prove you're alive and well
Songs for our humanity in the face of inhumanity
To demonstrate your sanity
Singing, singing out the days
Singing, singing out the days
