Текст песни
Our little army boy
Is coming home from B.F.P.O
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate mammy's hero
Mourning in the aerodrome
The weather warmer, he is colder
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
What could he do
Should have been a politician
But he never had a proper education
