The Soldier's Tale (Narrated by Roger Waters): Part I: Slogging Homeword

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Slugging homeward every day...

But soon, soon, very soon, he will be home...

To stay

The soldier is tired, in need of a rest, so he throws

Down his pack at the side of the lane and proceeds to

Do what a soldier does best: He starts to complain

"Bloody army, I've had it up to here

I must've been mad to sign on for 10 year

Don't get me started

I might never stop

Anyroad, this here's not a bad spot." He sits down at

The side of the road, opens his pack, and grumbles on

"All is on the bloody go, broke, more or less

By heck, but my kit's in hell of a mess

Where's my Saint Joseph?" He plumbs the depths of his pack

In search of a lucky medallion he has with the face of

His namesake, Saint Joseph, neatly engraved on the back

"Ah, ha, ha, good, here we are." He carries on rummaging

In his bag, pulls out cartridges, box of matches, he

Rummages on, a mirror with most of the silvering gone

"Now where's her picture?

That would be missed

The picture she gave me, my girlfriend that is, that she

Gave me the day I went off to enlist." He finds her

Picture at last and then, hey diddle diddle, from right

In the middle, the soldier pulls out an old brown fiddle

"Ah, it didn't cost much, the tone is not rich

And you have to keep screwing it back up to pitch

Hold on." "But once in tune, by God, this an...

Well, judge for yourself

Just sit back and listen."