If you go looking for them
You will find them,
As I did.
I went to see the Corporal,
I found him,
He was in the cookhouse,
Feeding himself.
The sergeant I wanted to see
But I needed to go to the canteen,
Where he was lying on the floor.
The quarter master was found
A mile or so behind the lines,
Drinking the company rum
With the sergeant major.
I asked where the Captain was
I was told he was at home
On seven days’ leave.
So where were the politicians
Who created this war,
They were drinking brandy
In the House of Commons bar.
And what about the Private,
Where was he?
He was hanging on the old barbed wire!