Soldier's Lament

A SOLDIER'S LAMENT

I'm marching in the rain, route marching in the rain,
What a torturous feeling, I'm in pain again.
I'm staggering up hills and stumbling down,
There's pain in my heart and I'm starting to frown.
Wish the pack on my back, was ever so light,
Up front with the guns, we're such a terrible sight.
We struggle down the track, left right in pain,
Route marching, route marching in the rain.

I'm marching in the rain, route marching in the rain,
What a murderous feeling, these blisters and pain;
Though I wanna drop out, I keep going you see,
‘Cause I'm one of the boys from B Company.
Though I try to keep up, it isn't much fun,
With a launcher, a claymore and M60 gun;
Then it's time for a rest, now this I do best, instead of….
Route marching, route marching in the rain.

I'm marching in the rain, route marching in the rain,
Who thought of that saying, "There's no gain without pain";
Then some bright spark yells, "At the double run",
I wish I was home with me dad and me mum.
Yet I keep marching on, there is nothing to fear,
Though I long for the finish, to have a cold beer;
Then my heart skips a beat, I'm so light on my feet,
It's the trucks, it's the trucks, we finally do meet.

Now in the canteen and there is no more pain,
What a wonderful feeling, to be in from the rain.
As we all reminisce, of our aches and sore feet,
We tell glorified stories, of our mighty feat.
But, we long for the time, when the sky was so grey,
When we marched 15 kilometres, on a rainy cold day.
Yes, it wasn't so bad, all those blisters and pain,
When we marched, route marched in the rain.