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For my great-grandad Albert (1883–1919).

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Sent back from the front
To the children and me,
There’s a twitch around your mouth
Where your smile used to be.
Cramps and groans but no broken bones.
Oh my love.

Too haunted to speak
And too angry to eat,
You’re clinging to the bed
As I change the wet sheet.
Strange yelps and moans but no broken bones.
Oh my love.

Are they old friends
That you stare at all night?
Or the enemy impaled,
Rising up for a fight?
So many unknowns but no broken bones.
Oh my love.

I must endure
And pretend to be glad
For these daughters and this son
Who can’t fathom their dad.
Broken men, broken homes, but no broken bones.
Oh my love.

One summer’s day
And you’re off to the shed.
Here’s to regimental pride!
Seven swigs till you’re dead.
Lying cold as the stones, ahh but no broken bones.
Oh my love.

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from Monkfish Mix​-​Up At Farmers' Market, released September 20, 2020
Lyrics and tune by Paul Carbuncle.

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Paul Carbuncle Nottingham, UK

You can take the lad out of Pluckley but he'll still sing about hops.

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