A Shilling a day,is all my dad would say
when he joined the Liverpool Kings.
It was 1915 they were off to France
to dig trenches,and fill sandbags and things
it was rather a lark
almost a walk in the park
and Jerry would rue the day
that he sent over a wizbang
that went off with a roar
and carried his left leg away
so over to blighty came poor old dad
and recoverd in hospital you see
that was my dad,a very quiet man
but always a hero to me.
By Ted Freeman