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 et 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 dance with evil as ye source
When will we be cummin’ ‘ome at last?
The ghosts of owar own futures shuffle past