Quote by Pete_sw
In the station, in the City, A British Soldier stood
Talking to the people there, If the people would
Some just stared in hatred, And others turned in pain
And the lonely British Soldier wished he was back home again
Come join the British Army, Said the posters in his town
See the World and have your fun, Come serve before the Crown
The jobs were hard to come by, And he could not face the dole
So he took his Countries Shilling, And enlisted on the roll
But, there was no fear of fighting, The Empire was long was lost
Just ten years in the Army, Getting paid for being bossed
Then leave a man experienced, A man whose made the grade
A medal and a pension, Some men present a trade
Then came the call to Ireland, As the call had come before
Another bloody chapter, In an endless civil war
The Priests they stood on both sides, The Priests they stood behind
Another fight in Jesus name, The blind against the blind
The Soldier stood between them, Between the whistling stones
And then the broken bottles, That lead to broken bones
The petrol bombs that burned his hands, The nails that pierced his skin
And wished that heâ€™d stayed at home, Surrounded by his kin
The station filled with people, The soldier was soon was bored
But, better in the station, Than where the people warred
The room filled up with Mothers, With daughters and with sons
Who stared with itchy fingers, At the soldier and his guns
A yell of fear, The screech of brakes, A shattering of glass
The window of the station, Broke to let the package pass
A scream came from the Mothers
As they ran towards the door, Dragging children crying
From the bomb upon the floor, The soldier stood
And could not move, His gun he could not use
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse
He could not run to pick it up, And throw it in the street
There were far too many people there, Too many running feet
â€œTake coverâ€ yelled the soldier, â€œTake coverâ€ for your lives
And the Irishmen threw down their young, And stood before their wives
They turned towards the Soldier, Their eyes alive with fear
For Godâ€™s sake save our children, or their end their short lives here
The Soldier moved towards the bomb, his stomach like a stone
Why? Was this his Battle God, Why was he alone?
He lay down on the package, and he murmured one farewell
To those at home in England, to those he loved so well
He saw the sights of summer, felt the wind upon his brow
The young girls in the city parks, how precious were they now
The soaring of the Swallow, the beauty of the Swan
The music of the turning Earths, so soon would it be gone
A muffled soft explosion, and the room began to quake
The Soldier blown across the floor, His blood a crimson lake
They never heard Him cry or shout, they never heard Him moan
And they turned their childrenâ€™s faces from the blood and from the bone
The crowd outside soon gathered, and the Ambulances came
To carry off the body of a pawn lost in a game
And the crowd they clapped and jeered and they sang their rebel songs
One Soldier less to interfere where he did not belong
But will the children growing up learn at their motherâ€™s knee
The story of the Soldier who bought their liberty
Who used his youthful body, as the means towards the end
Who gave His life to those who called Him murderer not friend......

..................those of us over here who have a brain have nothing but respect for the huge sacrifices made on our behalf by those just doing a job.........RESPECT!
I recognise the lyric but what was the song and who sang it??

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