I am writing this tonight, My three kids
By a little candle-light, My three kids
And the candlestick's a tin
With some dry tobacco in
And so that's how I begin, To three kids
Now I wonder what you're at, My three kids
Moll and Bids and little Pat, My three kids
Why of course there's two asleep
But perhaps Moll's thinking deep
Watching little starts that peep, At my kids
Since I left you long ago, My three kids
There's a lot you'd like to know, My three kids
That has happened to your dad
In the varied luck he's had In adventures good and bad, My three kids
I have soldiered in a trench, My three kids
Serving under Marshall French, My three kids
Once a shell dropped with a thud
Quite close, covered me with mud
And its lucky 'twas a dud, For my kids
And I've crossed the ground outside, My three kids
It's at night that's chiefly tried, My three kids
And the bullets sang all round Overhead,
or struck the ground
But your daddy none has found, No my kids
I have mapped our trenches new, My three kids
And some German trenches too, My three kids
I have sprinted past a wood
Counting steps, for so I could Judge the distance, as I should, My three kids
I have placed our snipers where, My three kids
On the Germans they could stare, My three kids
And they killed their share of men
Quite a lot for snipers ten From their little hidden den, My three kids
And I've slept in bed quite warm, My three kids
But I haven't taken harm, My three kids
When upon the ground I lay
Without even straw or hay
In the same clothes night and day, My three kids
When they sent us back to rest, My three kids
Then they seemed to think it best, My three kids
To send on your dad ahead To discover where a bed
Could be found, or some old shed, My three kids
And new officers were trained, My three kids
And the men we've lately gained, My three kids
And while that work was in hand
I was second in command Of B Coy and that was grand, My three kids
But it didn't last all through, My three kids
There was other work to do, My three kids
When they made me adjutant I was busy as an ant
And it's not much catch, I grant, My three kids
I have ridden on a horse, My three kids
Captured from a German force, My three kids
And I've marched and crawled and run Night and day in rain and sun
And shall do it till we've won, My three kids
And I'd rather be with you, My three kids
Yet you know I'm lucky too, My three kids
Lots of men I used to know
Now are killed or wounded, though I remain, and back I'll go,
To my kids
And I hope you'll all keep well, My three kids
Just as sound as any bell, My three kids
And when this long war is done
We shall have some glorious fun
Moll and Bids and little son,
My three kids...
