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No. 11 - Song - Goldfield - "Private Tommy Atkins."

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Goldfield: Oh, we take him from the city or the plough
And we drill him and we dress him up so neat.
We teach him to uphold his manly brow
And how to walk and where to put his feet.
It doesn't matter who he was before,
Or what his parents fancied for his name,
Once he's pocketed the shilling
and a uniform he's filling
We call him Tommy Atkins all the same.
Oh! Tommy, Tommy Atkins
you're a "good 'un" heart and hand,
You're a credit to your calling
and to all your native land,
May your luck be never failing,
May your Love be ever true,
God bless you, Tommy Atkins,
Here's your Country's love to you.
Oh! Tommy, Tommy Atkins
you're a "good 'un" heart and hand,
You're a credit to your calling
and to all your native land,
May your luck be never failing,
May your Love be ever true,
God bless you, Tommy Atkins,
Here's your Country's love to you.
   
  In time of peace he hears the bugle call,
In barracks from "Revally" to "Lights Out,"
And if "Sentry go" and pipe-clay ever pall,
There's always plenty more of work about.
On leave o' nights you meet him in the streets
As happy as a schoolboy and as gay,
Then back he goes to duty,
all for England, home and beauty,
And the noble sum of thirteen-pence a day!
Oh! Tommy, Tommy Atkins
you're a "good 'un" heart and hand,
You're a credit to your calling
and to all your native land,
May your luck be never failing,
May your Love be ever true,
God bless you, Tommy Atkins,
Here's your Country's love to you.
Oh! Tommy, Tommy Atkins
you're a "good 'un" heart and hand,
You're a credit to your calling
and to all your native land,
May your luck be never failing,
May your Love be ever true,
God bless you, Tommy Atkins,
Here's your Country's love to you.
   
  In war-time then it's Tommy to the front,
And we ship him off in Troopers to the scene;
We sit at home while Tommy bears the brunt,
A-fighting for his country and his Queen.
And whether he's on India's coral strand,
Or pouring out his blood in the Soudan,
To keep our flag a-flying,
he's a-doing and a-dying,
Ev'ry inch of him a soldier and a man!
Oh! Tommy, Tommy Atkins
you're a "good 'un" heart and hand,
You're a credit to your calling
and to all your native land,
May your luck be never failing,
May your Love be ever true,
God bless you, Tommy Atkins,
Here's your Country's love to you.
Oh! Tommy, Tommy Atkins
you're a "good 'un" heart and hand,
You're a credit to your calling
and to all your native land,
May your luck be never failing,
May your Love be ever true,
God bless you, Tommy Atkins,
Here's your Country's love to you.
   
  So Tommy dear, we'll back you 'gainst the world
For fighting or for funning or for work,
Wherever Britain's banner is unfurl'd
To do your best and never, never shirk.
We keep the warmest corner in our hearts,
For you, my lad, wherever you may be,
By Union Jack above you!
but we're pround of you and love you,
God keep you, Tommy, still by land and sea.
Oh! Tommy, Tommy Atkins
you're a "good 'un" heart and hand,
You're a credit to your calling
and to all your native land,
May your luck be never failing,
May your Love be ever true,
God bless you, Tommy Atkins,
Here's your Country's love to you.
Oh! Tommy, Tommy Atkins
you're a "good 'un" heart and hand,
You're a credit to your calling
and to all your native land,
May your luck be never failing,
May your Love be ever true,
God bless you, Tommy Atkins,
Here's your Country's love to you.

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