Brezhnev took Afghanistan,
Begin took Beirut,
Galtieri took the Union Jack.
And Maggie, over lunch one day,
Took a cruiser with all hands.
Apparently, to make him give it back.
Maggie what have you done?
They disembarked in '45,
And no-one spoke and no-one smiled,
There were to many s***es in the line.
Gathered at the cenotaph,
All agreed with the hand on heart,
To sheath the sacrificial Knifes.
But now
She stands upon Southampton dock,
With her handkerchief,
And her summer frock, clings
To her wet body in the rain.
In quiet desperation knuckles,
White upon the slippery reins,
She bravely waves the boys Goodbye again.
Maggie what have you done?
And still the dark stain spreads between,
His shoulder blades,
A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves.
And when the fight was over,
We spent what they had made.
But in the bottom of our hearts
We felt the final cut.
Begin took Beirut,
Galtieri took the Union Jack.
And Maggie, over lunch one day,
Took a cruiser with all hands.
Apparently, to make him give it back.
Maggie what have you done?
They disembarked in '45,
And no-one spoke and no-one smiled,
There were to many s***es in the line.
Gathered at the cenotaph,
All agreed with the hand on heart,
To sheath the sacrificial Knifes.
But now
She stands upon Southampton dock,
With her handkerchief,
And her summer frock, clings
To her wet body in the rain.
In quiet desperation knuckles,
White upon the slippery reins,
She bravely waves the boys Goodbye again.
Maggie what have you done?
And still the dark stain spreads between,
His shoulder blades,
A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves.
And when the fight was over,
We spent what they had made.
But in the bottom of our hearts
We felt the final cut.