RALLY ROUND THE FLAG

So don’t dilly-dally boys, rally round the flag.
Crawl out of bed, and go down to the square.
Don’t dilly-dally boys, sign on the line.
Marching in the rain, going off to die.

The cry goes up, and the banners start to wave.
The canon roars loud, and the crowd starts to cheer.
Looking around, for someone to blame.
They’re over the water, let’s go and save our name.

Looking for faces, that seems different to us.
Scrabbling around, in the pain, shit and blood.
Doing unto others what we’d hate done to us.
But we've got God and Jesus, marching behind us.

So don’t dilly-dally boys, rally round the flag.
Crawl out of bed, and go down to the square.
Don’t dilly-dally boys, sign on the line.
Marching in the rain, going off to die.

There’s not much happening exciting here.
We feel so small, used and given up.
We see other people who have more than us.
Let’s just go and take it, we’re stronger that’s enough.

So don’t dilly-dally boys, rally round the flag.
Crawl out of bed, and go down to the square.
Don’t dilly-dally boys, sign on the line.
Marching in the rain, going off to die.


Copyright: Gordon Warren (1990)