Poor Old Soldier

Oh, you poor old soldier, what will you become

When there's no one left marching to the beat of your drum?

You fought all the battles and survived every one

Old soldier march on, march on

Will you join all the wounded old soldiers like you

And reflect on the glory like old soldiers do?

Will you tell of your comrades as they tell of you?

Old soldier march on, march on.

Will you relive each battle with toy tin soldiers so

That those who were lost can survive?

Will you still see those eyes under dark smokey skies?

All those comrades who kept you alive

Oh, you poor old soldier what will you become

When there's no one left marching to the beat of your drum?

Will the band still be playing as you lay down your gun?

Old soldier march on, march on

Old soldier march on, march on