16 years old when I went to war, 

To fight for a land fit for heroes, 

God on my side,and a gun in my hand, 

Counting my days down to zero, 

And I marched and I fought and I bled 

And I died & I never did get any older, 

But I knew at the time, That a year in the line, 

Is a long enough life for a soldier, 

We all volunteered, 

And we wrote down our names, 

And we added two years to our ages, 

Eager for life and ahead of the game, 

Ready for history's pages, 

And we fought and we brawled 

And we whored 'til we stood, 

Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder, 

A thirst for the Hun, 

We were food for the gun,and that's 

What you are when you're soldiers, 

I heard my friend cry, 

And he sank to his knees,coughing blood 

As he screamed for his mother 

And I tell by his, side, 

And that's how we died, 

Clinging like kids to each other, 

And I lay in the mud 

And the guts and the blood, 

And I wept as his body grew colder, 

And I called for my mother 

And she never came, 

Though it wasn't my fault 

And I wasn't to blame, 

The day not half over 

And ten thousand slain,and now 

There's nobody remembers our names 

And that's how it is for a soldier.