LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeLittle Bombardier
War made him a soldierLittle Frankie MearPeace left him a loserThe little bombardierLines of worry appeared with ageUnskilled hands that knew no tradeSpent his time in the picture houseThe little bombardierFrankie drank his moneyThe little that he madeTold his woes to no manFriendless, lonely daysThen one day, in the ABCFour bright eyes gazed longinglyAt the ice-cream in the hand ofThe little bombardierSunshine entered our Frankie's daysGone his worries, his hopeless mazeHis life was fun and his heart was full of joyTwo young children had changed his aimsHe gave them toffees and played their gamesHe brought them presents with every coin he madeThen two gentlemen called on himAsked him for his nameWhy was he friends with the childrenWere they just a game?Leave them alone or we'll get soreWe've had blokes like you in the station beforeThe hand of authority said "no more"To the little bombardierPacked his bags, his heart in painWiped a tear and caught a trainNot to be seen in the town again
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