Poor Old Soldier Songtext
von Steeleye Span

Oh, you poor old soldier
What will you become?
When there′s no one left marching
To the beat of your drum
You've fought all the battles
And survived every one
Old soldier march on, march on


Will you join all the wounded
Old soldiers like you?
And reflect on the glory
Like old soldiers do
But will you tell of your comrades
As they tell of you?
Old soldier march on, march on

Will you relive each battle
With toy tin soldiers
So that those who were lost can survive?
And will you still see those eyes
Under dark, smoky skies?
All your comrades who kept you alive

Oh, you poor old soldier
What will you become?
When there′s no one left marching
To the beat of your drum
Will the band still be playing
As you lay down your gun?
Old soldier march on, march on


Old soldier march on, march on