05 - H.A. - Crusader And Tommy 1918

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 5 April 2011
2011

I'm a stalwart manatarms
of Richard CœurdeLion;
Well, I'm a British soldier,
so be careful what you try on!
I fight for gold and glory
as with Saracens I grapple;
While all I get's a bob a day
and live on Plum and apple.

Gadzooks! Cheeroh!
Well, I wonder who's to blame?
By my troth, soldiers both
diff'rent yet the same,
What a game!
Odd's life, Wotoh!
We are comrades tried and true;
I fill ye foe
with fear and dread,
I swing my club above his head,
While I very often swing the lead;
Gadzooks. Napoo!

Wenches I do please they say,
their hearts with love I fill it;
I'm not so bad at that myself
you ask at my last billet.
I meet a wench
we do converse,
I kiss her hand at parting;
Lor lummy, why in our platoon
we'd hardly call that starting.

Gadzooks! Cheeroh!
Well, I wonder who's to blame?
By my troth, soldiers both
diff'rent yet the same,
What a game!
Odd's life, Wotoh!
We are out to do or die;
I love to quaff the foaming wine;
ye wassail bowl flows free and fine,
Oh, chuck it, mate,
it's half past nine;
Gadzooks Goodbye-ee

I do attend ye tourn'ments
some gallants I've unhorsed them,
You mean to say you've had a scrap,
and put it well accrost them;
My arms are "Two bears couchant"
and no knight of them is prouder;
And mine's a "Woodbine ram part
on a tin of Keating's Powder!"

Gadzooks! Cheeroh!
Well, I wonder who's to blame?
By my troth, soldiers both
diff'rent yet the same,
What a game!
Odd's life, Wotoh!
we can face the battles din;
A goodly knight
I shall remain,
My 'scutcheon bears no single stain,
Well, mine's been in the blooming rain;
Gadzooks ChinChin!

Richard The Lion Heart
I trow would trounce thee well I wager;
I don't care how he swears
he couldn't beat our SergeantMajor;
he's clad in steel
from top to toe
for armour is his habit
At our dugout they'd think
He was a tin of frozen rabbit.

Gadzooks! Cheeroh!
Well, I wonder who's to blame?
By my troth, soldiers both
diff'rent yet the same,
What a game!
Odd's life, Wotoh!
We can fill the foe with dread.
With vizor down,
my helm I don,
a fearsome sight to gaze upon
Well, what price me with my gas mask on;
Gadzooks, Nuffsaid!

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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05 - H.A. - Crusader And Tommy 1918
Music by Herman Finck
Lyrics by Clifford Grey
© MCMXVIII by Ascherberg Hopwood And Crew Ltd.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Tuesday 5 April 2011 at 18.35
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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