1914 - 2014 'Remember Tommy Atkins'



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One hundred years ago, on August 4th 1914, Great Britain declared war on Germany and World War One, (or The War to end all Wars, as it came to be known) began. The war raged for four desperate years and is considered to be the deadliest and bloodiest global conflict in history. 

'Remember Tommy Atkins' is a tribute to those brave souls, some as young as 14, who fought and died in this terrible conflict.



LYRICS:

(Spoken)
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we will remember them.

(Sung)
In the Quartermasters Stores, they keep the War to end all Wars
In an ammunition box on a bench.
Inside there’s memories galore of the men what fought that War
From a stinking rat infested muddy trench.

1914 was the year when wives and mothers shed a tear
as they watched their sons and husbands march away.
They just did not know the cost of the lives that would be lost
on Flanders Fields where the Fallen still rest today.

(Captain)
When you hear my whistle blow, o’er the top we all must go
and together we will face the enemy.

I’m your Captain you can place your trust in me.

When you hear my whistle blow, o’er the top we all must go
into no-man’s land and on to victory.

(Soldier - Spoken)
When whistle blew, we went over top.
Keep going said Captain, don’t nobody stop.
The noise it were terrible and many men fell.
We were no longer int War, we were in bloody hell.

(Sung)
Ten million soldiers died, ten million families cried
and Nations joined in sorrow and in pain.
And the Tommy’s what survived, they thanked God they was alive
and said the World must never fight like this again.

It was the War to end all Wars that didn’t end the Wars at all
in ’39 Tommy Atkins once more joined the fray.
Then came Korea, Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan
‘cos the bloody wars just will not go away.

They were young, they were bold, destined never to grow old
as they marched to War and in to History.

(Spoken)
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we will remember them.




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The House on Hangman's Hill

As darkness fell on Halloween, 
the air so keen and chilled
Dressed in masks and witches hats, 

out on the streets they spilled.
Giggling with excitement 

they traipsed from door to door
Receiving loads of candy's, 

yet wanting more and more.

From street to street they travelled 

all feeling such a thrill
Creeping ever closer to 

the house on hangman’s hill
A witch was said to live there, 

a hook nosed ugly crone
Who liked to catch small children 

and turn them into stone

They stood outside the old dark house 

all breathing icy mist
Afraid to walk the winding path 

that moonbeams gently kissed
Afraid to knock upon the door 

the gateway into hell
Afraid the witch was waiting there 

to weave her evil spell

The house appeared to watch them 

as they stood upon the street
Each daring one another 

to yell out ‘trick or treat’
Then one small voice spoke out the words, 

“what are we waiting for?”
“Why aren't we walking up the path 

to knock upon the door?”

With mouth’s agape they turned toward 

the little one who’d spoken
A girl dressed up in witches garb, 

a black cat gently strokin’
The one who’d started school that day 

a stranger few had seen
yet here she stood among them 

on the night of Halloween

Some looked at her with wicked eyes 

as she stood there all alone
They would send her to the witch tonight 

and watch her turned to stone
Excitedly they dared the girl 

to go and trick or treat
And so she walked the moonlit path 

as they watched her from the street

Excitedly they eyed her as 

upon the door she rapped
Feeling nervy tummy’s as their 

butterfly wings were flapped
Breathing in and holding 

and daring not to speak
As the door was slowly opened, 

creak by creak by creak.

Quite suddenly the crone appeared, 

green face with large hooked nose
A hand reached out, the girl was gone 

and the door swung to a close
With frightened screams they ran away 

as fast as legs would go
If the witch had turned the girl to stone 

they didn’t want to know

Inside the house the little girl 

was tucking into sweets
She’d really had a lovely time 

playing trick or treats
The witch stood by the window 

and cackled as they ran
She may be a scary witch to them, 

but to the girl she was just 'Nan'…