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Our little Army Boy,
Is coming home from B.F.P.O.,
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mammy's hero.
Mourning in the aerodrome,
The weather warmer, he is colder,
Four men in uniform to carry home
My little soldier.

What could he do? Should have been a rock-star,
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.
What could he do? Should have been a father.
But he didn't even make it to his twenties.
What a waste,
Army Dreamers.

Tears o'er a tin box,
Oh Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know,
Like a chicken with a fox,
He cannot win the war with ego.
Give the kid the pick of pips,
And give him all your stripes and ribbons,
Now he's sitting in his whole,
He might as well have buttons and bows.

What could he do? Should have been a rock-star,
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.
What could he do? Should have been a father.
But he didn't even make it to his twenties.
What a waste,
Army Dreamers.

Bodhran - Stuart Elliot
Acoustic guitar, backing vocals - Brian Bath
Backing Vocals and mandolin - Paddy Bush
Backing vocals, electric & bass acoustic guitar - Alan Murphy
Fairlight - Duncan Mackay