Scorn of the Women – Weddings, Parties, Anything
I remember respectfully like others before me
All those folk who fell in the war
And I hear you singing songs of lamentation
But I don’t wish to hear them no more
What did you do in the time of the war? It’s a question asked by everyone
I stood in a line my screwdriver in hand making aircraft out at Laverton
So don’t sing no songs about Waltzing Matilda
Don’t tell me I tried, don’t tell me I failed
For all I recall is the scorn of the women
And a white feather that I received in the mail
I remember the day I went down to enlist
And they said “Read this chart on the wall”
I remember the tone of the voice of the doctor
As he said to me: “That will be all. Thank you very much”
Riding home slowly I sat on my tram not sure if to laugh or to cry
For to train in the camps, sure, a man needs his lamps
And a good soldier he must have good eyes
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Well it takes more than bullets to murder and maim
Whether worn down or beaten a death’s still a death
And you know sometimes when I think back to the forties
I pray for my very last breath
You know I have nothing against those who fought
But for Christ’s sake we do what we can
And there’s more than one way that you can skin a cat
And there’s more than one way you can cripple a man
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