My preference

'Chooof'

Chooof - Choof, Choof; Chooof - Choof, Choof.
Remember George, that sound took us away
brought you back boxed, but only a shadow.

Past sixteen going on eighteen, we wuz
thought we were men enough to chase the maids
from the big 'ouse. We never got a sniff.

Didn't know nuffin' we di'n't 'cept 'ow
to dodge the bailiff, but the larf was on
us though when 'e tripped over our nets.

'E must have known. 'E sure as 'ell did when
'e fell arse over tit - 'ad to choke on it
as we di'n't want to get a lathering.

It was a good job we 'ad couple rabbits
'cos we 'ad to look lively early on
as to get 'osses out. Duke and Short just knew
that we'd been out all night. I had to jab
'em in the ribs to get 'is bridle on.

The recruiting sergeant winked, so 'e did
as 'e wrote eighteen on that our death sheet.
I signed my name but you marked only X.

They knew we could 'andle 'osses. That's what did us.
Put us on that stinking shit 'eap road,
axles near deep in mud, 'osses straining, wild eyed.

We 'ad the ammo, the fucking shell 'ad
us into bits and then Chooof - Choof, Choof;
Chooof - Chooof - Chooof.

George, I'm still looking for yuh.
I never told you that loved yuh.