We shared out all the grub and drink And Fritz showed me a faded photo Of a dark-haired girl back in Berlin.
For four days after no one fi red, Not one shot disturbed the night, For old Fritz and Tommy Atkins Both had lost the will to fi ght. So they withdrew us from the trenches, Sent us far behind the lines, Sent fresh troops to take our places And told the guns ‘Prepare to fi re’.
And next night in 1914
Flares were burning, burning bright; The message came along the trenches Over the top we’re going tonight. And the men stood waiting in the trenches, Looking out across our football park, And all along the Western Front The Christian guns began to bark.
