To War I Went A-Marching ...

To war I went a-sailing
One misty, August morn
To give them Hell
To break the spell
Of a madman, mass adored

Over fields I went a-striding
Upon many a friend and foe
They lay in mud
Their bodies, done
The real face of War

Through homes I went a-searching
For the cunning sniper man
Who lay in wait
For all my mates
Who made me what I am

Enemies I went a-killin'
End their life, or mine
A foreign brother
Different mother
Wasn't worth all the dyin'

To war I went, a-marching
Though I wish we'd stayed at home...