Texty písní The Decemberists

The Decemberists

The Soldiering Life

Ambling madly all over the town

The call to arms, you're likened to a whisper

I liken to a radio

You were a brick bag a bowery tuff, so rough

They called you from a cartoona_³

Pulled out of your pantaloons

But You

My brother in arms

I'd rather I'd lose my limbs

Than let you come to harm

But You

My bombazine doll

The bullets may singe your skin

And the mortars may fall

But I

I never felt so much life

Than tonight

Huddled in the trenches

Gazing on the battle field

Our rifles blaze away

We blaze away

Corporal Bradley of regiment five

And proud array standing by the bathing

Soldiers and the stevedores

We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep

Our eyes align, swaddled in our civies

Cradled in our dungarees

But You

My brother in arms

I'd rather I'd lose my limbs

Than let you come to harm

But You

My bombazine doll

The bullets may singe your skin

And the mortars may fall

But I

I never felt so much life

Than tonight

Huddled in the trenches

Gazing on the battle field

Our rifles blaze away

We blaze away

We blaze away

We blaze away