Digging all day and digging all night

To keep my foxhole out of sight

Digging into dinner on a plate on my knees

The smell of damp webbing in the morning breeze

Fear in my stomach, fear in the sky

I eat my dinner with a weary eye

After all this it won't be the same

Messing around on salisbury plain





Pick up your feet, fall in, move out

We're going to a party way down south

Me and the corporal out on a spree

Damned from here to eternity





I hate this flat land, there's no cover

For sons and fathers and brothers and lovers

I can take the killing, i can take the slaughter

But i don't talk to sun reporters

I never thought that i would be

Fighting fascists in the southern sea

I saw one today and in his hand

Was a weapon that was made in birmingham





Pick up your feet, fall in, move out

We're going to a party way down south

Me and the corporal out on a spree

Damned from here to eternity





I wish kipling and the captain were here

To record our pursuits for posterity

Me and the corporal out on a spree

Damned from here to eternity