This afternoon I was sitting on the beach

When I heard a seagull singing nearby

 

Oh landlord have you a daughter fair?’, parlez-vous
‘With lily-white tits and golden hair?’, parlez-vous

 

This I recognised as a Trench Song

So when the seagull next landed

I asked him where he had learnt

This famous song from the trenches

 

It looked at me in a curious fashion

As seagulls are often prone to do

And told me that the soldiers

That passed in the dead of the night

Often sang this very song

 

It then stole my croissant

As its sweetheart

Was sitting on the winch

 

 

Walmer Beach