Armworth

What was my arm worth

When they took it away

In the spirited rush I said

Of armistice day

Where did they put it, bella

Where and which way

Did it stop the mad charge

That the enemy made

Or is it with my brother

Is it with my brother

In a meaningless grave

*Tell me where

*Tell me where do I go to find it

What has my arm gained

In a the balance of things

Are there still birds a-flying

And a brushing of wings

Or could it still be disguised

Could it still be disguised

As a terrible thing

And spoiling all their singing, babe

And smashing up their wings

Wish I could go with them brother

But of all things

It's only a stub of the original thing

That was there when I signed and then saluted my king

repeat*