THE LOST CAUSE

(Accompanied by tune of The Lost Chord)

Stand-ing one day
In the Front line,
Wa-ter up to ~
Our knees
Germans strafing light~ly
From the opposing trees
And scatter-ed hails of shrapnel
With mud that it put to flight
Knock-ing the dugout roof~in
So the Sergeant was cold at night

Knocking the dugout roof~in ~
So the sergeant was cold at night.