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Down the road and o'er the bridge
I ran as fast as my legs could take me
All the lads were running there
To join the British Army
Just out front was Young MacDonald
Brave as a fool and twice as carefree
Racing neck and neck together
Laughing all the way
"Sign here, boys! You're lucky, son
You might get there before we've won
All you heroes get in line
To join the British Army
Passchendaele and the Somme
They'll not wait so don't be long
And you'll be home by Christmas
Back before you've gone"
Black Watch, Highland, Royal Scots Greys
The whole town cheered as we marched away
Bring us back a medal
Bring us back a medal
Bring us back a medal for the victory parade
Crossed the border heading south
Rifle, kit bag in good order
Proud to be a soldier marching in
The British Army
O'er the Channel passing men
With sightless eyes and broken bodies
Never more to call her name
Never going home
Black Watch, Highland, Royal Scots Greys
The whole town cheered as we marched away
Bring us back a medal
Bring us back a medal
Bring us back a medal for the victory parade
Five long years of bloody war
Comrades dead, dead or wounded
Passchendaele and the Somme
And I am going home
Down the road and o'er the bridge
I walked as fast as my legs could take me
Just behind my friends who'd died
Died for the British Army
Just out front was Young MacDonald
Brave as a dead man ever could be
Men-at-arms together
On the victory parade
Black Watch, Highland, Royal Scots Greys
The whole town seemed so quiet that day
I brought you back a medal
Brought you back a medal
Brought you back a medal for the victory parade