Roll on the End

 

Father hails from Glasgow town

Mother she’s from Fife

I was born in Possilpark

And lived there my young life

And father broke his back

Working on the quay

When we shared a house on Mary’s Road

With the Johnstons from Dundee

 

With tales from Caledonia

And songs that we loved dear

In the kitchen on a Saturday night

We’d a wee bit of Scotland there

We’d a wee bit of Scotland there

 

Thank you for your letters

They find me in the best

And the papers that you sent

With news of all the rest

There are squaddies here from Dublin town

Edinburgh too

This trench is full of sturdy lads

All honest loyal and true

 

We’ve tales from Caledonia

And songs that we love dear

In the trenches on a Saturday night

We’ve a wee bit of homeland here

We’ve a wee bit of homeland here

 

Young Tommy is a ranger too

But I haven’t heard a word

His company’s is here in France

As least that’s what I heard

And the weather’s getting harder now

And another years most gone

We’ve had some poorly times of late

Roll on the end, roll on

 

We’ve tales from Caledonia

And songs that we love dear

In the trenches on a Saturday night

We’ve a wee bit of homeland here

We’ve a wee bit of homeland here

 

The weather’s getting harder now

And another years most gone

We’ve had some poorly times of late

Roll on the end, roll on

Roll on the end, roll on