[Verse 1]
In a doss in Charing Cross behind a big steel door
I met a man who had the dourest face I ever saw
He was grey as the grave, he was stern and he was grim
His name was Robbie Robson and I said this to him
[Verse 2]
I said 'my name is Longstaff and I want to go to Spain'
'Well are you sure?' he answered me so I told him again
'Well how old are you really lad? You look like 12 to me'
'I'm nearly 20, sir', I lied, 'cause I was 17
[Verse 3]
'Now there are things that you must know, lad, if you mean to go
To fight down in a foreign land against a fearsome foe
For the enеmy is brutal, lad, and when you're on the run
You'll bе lucky if you shoot him, 'cause you won't have a gun!
[Verse 4]
And you'll be no good wounded, lad, by those dirty thugs
For when you go to hospital there won't be any drugs
And when you come home blinded, lad, without an arm or leg
There'll be nothing we can give you, lad, you'll have to go and beg
[Verse 5]
And the clothes that you'll be wearing, lad, they come in sizes two
Too big or too small, but too small's too big for you!
And when your arse is bleeding, lad, through scratching with the lice
Then you'll remember me, lad, and think on my advice
In a doss in Charing Cross behind a big steel door
I met a man who had the dourest face I ever saw
He was grey as the grave, he was stern and he was grim
His name was Robbie Robson and I said this to him
[Verse 2]
I said 'my name is Longstaff and I want to go to Spain'
'Well are you sure?' he answered me so I told him again
'Well how old are you really lad? You look like 12 to me'
'I'm nearly 20, sir', I lied, 'cause I was 17
[Verse 3]
'Now there are things that you must know, lad, if you mean to go
To fight down in a foreign land against a fearsome foe
For the enеmy is brutal, lad, and when you're on the run
You'll bе lucky if you shoot him, 'cause you won't have a gun!
[Verse 4]
And you'll be no good wounded, lad, by those dirty thugs
For when you go to hospital there won't be any drugs
And when you come home blinded, lad, without an arm or leg
There'll be nothing we can give you, lad, you'll have to go and beg
[Verse 5]
And the clothes that you'll be wearing, lad, they come in sizes two
Too big or too small, but too small's too big for you!
And when your arse is bleeding, lad, through scratching with the lice
Then you'll remember me, lad, and think on my advice
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