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Where are you now Harry Brewer

You’re lying in some dirty hole

With the sun beating down on the old battle ground

May God give rest to your soul

It was Kingstown in 1916

You enlisted to fight for the King

And you all sailed away on a morning in May

And that was the last you were seen

For they threw you into battle

Like dogs on shore

With thousands of Huns with their rattling guns

Made you march through the battery’s roar

So where are you now Harry Brewer

You’re lying in some dirty hole

With the sun beating down on the old battle ground

May God give rest to your soul

There are officers safe in the barracks

And the medics installed by the beds

While the poor fools of war get cut down by the score

And the blood flows out of their heads

Ah but they gave you a fine decoration

For serving the cause of their nation

And all that you cost was a wee silver cross

And your name on a stone by the station

So where are you now Harry Brewer

You’re lying in some dirty hole

With the sun beating down on the old battle ground

May God give rest to your soul

Back home where your family were grieving

There were others fighting for freedom

On the post office steps with their heads held erect

They went down for a cause they believed in

They’ll not fight for the few that have used them

They’ll fight for the crew that abuse them

They’ll hold their ground for a land of their own

And nobody’s going to refuse them

So where are you now Harry Brewer

You’re lying in some dirty hole

With the sun beating down on the old battle ground

May God give rest to your soul

So here’s to you now Harry Brewer

I’m not saying you could have known better

There were thousands like you who sailed over the Brew

And came back in a government letter

There are hundreds who’ll beat on the drums

And thousands who carried the guns

But if you must die at all sure tis better to fall

For the right to hand down to your son

So where are you now Harry Brewer

You’re lying in some dirty hole

With the sun beating down on the old battle ground

May God give rest to your soul

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