John Simpson's burka
Would you walk the trembling embers with me, Lord?
Would you walk the trembling embers with me, Lord?
In the heat and stink of battle,
Would you bolt with me like cattle?
Would you walk the trembling embers with me, Lord?
Would you guide my bunker-buster for me, Lord?
Would you guide my bunker-buster for me, Lord?
In the haboob-thick fog of war,
Would you assist my AT4?
Would you guide my bunker-buster for me, Lord?
Would you sleep inside a camel with me, Lord?
Would you sleep inside a camel with me, Lord?
In the cold nights of Acacus,
Would you soothe me with maracas?
Would you sleep inside a camel with me, Lord?
Would you saw my mangled leg off for me, Lord?
Would you saw my mangled leg off for me, Lord?
In a burnt out mosque in Kabul,
Would you heed my gutt’ring babble?
Would you saw my mangled leg off for me, Lord?
Would you infiltrate the heathen with me, Lord?
Would you infiltrate the heathen with me, Lord?
With the grit of any Gurkha,
Would you don John Simpson’s burka?
Would you infiltrate the heathen with me, Lord?
Would you bite a brace of bullets for me, Lord?
Would you bite a brace of bullets for me, Lord?
At a court-martial, in The Hague,
Would you avoid me like the plague?
Or would you bite a brace of bullets for me, Lord?
Would you walk the trembling embers with me, Lord?
Would you walk the trembling embers with me, Lord?
If at the abyss I teeter,
If I fall foul of Saint Peter,
Would you walk the trembling embers with me, Lord?
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