by George Robert Saint I'd heard about conscription But I never thought anymore Until that fateful day A letter dropped on the floor. It said you're going to Bridgenorth In a county called Salop. Away from all your family That was a short sharp shock. I arrived by bus one evening The snow was on the ground I said to a man with stripes on, ' I wish I was homeward bound!' With his hand upon my shoulder He said he would look after me He said his name was Corporal Swan And a father to me he'd be. He gave me loads of bedding And showed me where to sleep I was told to, " Have a lie in tomorrow " As to my bed I'd creep. I was woken with a start As he kicked the barrack room door "Welcome to basic training, brat!" As he threw me to the floor My God, this is a nightmare As we went out into the dark ' This is called a parade ground.' At to us he did bark We where kitted out in uniforms Of a very itchy blue And various other bits of kit I didn't have a clue. A rifle was then thrust at me A Lee Enfield 303 He said, 'It's yours to clean and groom, And an airman you will be.' I don't want to be an airman corp With bedpacks drill and bull I want to go out with me mates With evenings on the pull. But now my training's over And I'm smarter than ever before A much better individual As I close the barrack room door. I'll never forget old Corporal Swan And what he did for me As I board the bus for home I know a better man, I'll be.
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