When will we be cummin’  ‘ome at last?

When wi wer cummin’  ‘ome at last
From  het Somme and from   et Trojan Wars
The ghosts of owa dead  menfolk  shuffled past

Making sense u’ livin’ is owa task
When th’ heart and soul are sad and sore
When wi eh cummin’  ‘ome at last

The rush an’ rasp of textures breaks ‘t fast
We want to  live ; we want to fight  no more
The ghosts of  owa dead neighbours   staggered past

When wi   all went mad ,wi acted daft
Wi felt dissected by yon eyes that saw
When wi were cummin’  ‘ome at last

Some we’ weeping ,others sat and laffed
Wi saw owa cat and   touched her little paws
The ghosts of  owa dead  mammies   staggered past

Do not  kill that good that love adores
Do not    bet with  evil as  ye  source
When will we be cummin’  ‘ome at last?
The ghosts of owar  own futures  shuffle past

When will we be cummin home at last?
Will we be cummin’ home at last?