Текст песни: Oh Passchendaele + перевод

Oh Passchendaele, what have you become

Your gentle fields of green, a scarred and bloody scene

Oh Passchendaele, our best and bravest sons

From far across the sea, lie fallen at your feet

Called to the firing line

Stumbled through the dead and dyin'

Shell holes and bitter, freezing rain tumbles down

Men of the 3rd Brigade

Huddled in the break of day

Rise from the mud and storm the guns on the ridge

Oh Passchendaele, what have you become

Your gentle fields of green, a scarred and bloody scene

Oh Passchendaele, our best and bravest sons

From far across the sea, lie fallen at your feet

Our ruthless artillery

Fall short of the enemy

And those of us survived, ordered over the top

Hung up in tangled wire

Cut down in machine gun fire

Cries for the stretcher bearers, God help us all…

Oh Passchendaele, what have you become

Your gentle fields of green, a scarred and bloody scene

Oh Passchendaele, our best and bravest sons

From far across the sea, lie fallen at your feet

Our officers have all been slain

Thousands lost and nothing gained

All I see is desolation…

Oh Passchendaele, what have you become

Your gentle fields of green, a scarred and bloody scene

Oh Passchendaele, our best and bravest sons

From far across the sea, lie fallen at your feet

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