If You Go to Be a Soldier

If You Go to Be a Soldier


Disclaimer:  The original song belongs to Robert Jordan, creator of the Wheel of Time. I've merely tacked on verses of my own making.


You'll wake ere the cocks crow to the sky,
Then march 'till night's a passing sigh.
And after clashes with the foe,
You'll have aching bones from head to toe,
If you go to be a soldier.
If you go to be a soldier.


You'll sleep on rocks, and knotty roots,
With holes from mice in cold damp boots.
And death you'll sow, and death you'll reap,
With scars the only thing you'll keep.
If you go to be a soldier.
If you go to be a soldier.


You'll find your swords your oldest friend,
And nothing ever goes as planned.
You think of glory as a fool's estate,
That reinforcements will always be late.
If you go to be a soldier.
If you go to be a soldier.


Your hearth of home's a fond desire,
The closest you'll get is a warming fire.
And that you'll find is not that bright,
For fear of what comes in the night.
If you go to be a soldier.
If you go to be a soldier.