Jenny1

You, young British soldier

You never made the right decision

You broke your promises

So now you earn everyone's derision.

You are not old,

You are not young,

But some time or other

you can see a gun.

Right there, between your eyes.

And if the Irishman pulls the trigger,

You you`ll beg for mercy.

But no one can hear you.

And when the cartridge hits your front head,

You either wake up,

Or You will sleep forever.