| A Soldier’s Morning
Lament |
| ‘Twas the break of day;
when I found my way |
| After a night on the town |
| I had my say; when I
spent my pay |
| I must have bought a
dozen rounds |
| The ale flowed free like
a foamy sea |
| The pints filled with the
amber brown |
| We drank to the clan and
grand pipe band |
| We told stories of loves
we found |
| When the dawn broke; not
a word was spoke |
| All what was left was a
half o crown |
| My head hurt bad for the
drink I had |
| I have to lay these old
bones down |
| When I wake; hair of the
dog I’ll take |
| I’ll start again when
night comes ‘round |
| You work all day for a
soldiers pay |
| Then at night you’re a
bloody clown |
| I’ll soldier for pay
every bloody day |
| Until they lay me in the
ground |
| ©12/18/09Terry Sutherland |
Awarded 18 December 2009
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