Syracuse
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I wrote me a letter to Syracuse
It was a letter full of lies
I told them that we were doing fine
Very much to their surprise
For how were they to know
That here the ground was burning red
And that we could fill the valleys
With our dead
Well I sorted it out and told them
That by Christmas we'd begin
To pack our bags and head on home
To bring the new year in
While all around me boys who'd helped me sow
Last seasons crop
Are charging on the cannon
Till they drop
Well I told my mother not to write
Cos we were moving on
And I told my brother not to join
He'd only find us gone
For if we keep on much further
Retreating all the way
Why we'll all be going home
Just every day
The shells sound like a piece of cloth
That's torn by a nail on a wall
Which is homely if you're a tailor
But that's not my trade at all
We're fighting for a hopeless cause
I know we're bound to lose
So God help all the mothers in Syracuse
I wrote me a letter to Syracuse
It was a letter full of lies
I told them that we were doing fine
Very much to their surprise
For how were they to know
That here the ground was burning red
And that we could fill the valleys
With our dead