The Garden called Gethsemane
In Picardy it was,
And there the people came to see
The English soldiers pa**.
We used to pa** -- we used to pa**
Or halt, as it might be,
And ship our masks in case of gas
Beyond Gethsemane.
The Garden called Gethsemane,
It held a pretty la**,
But all the time she talked to me
I prayed my cup might pa**.
The officer sat on the chair,
The men lay on the gra**,
And all the time we halted there
I prayed my cup might pa**.
It didn't pa** -- it didn't pa** --
It didn't pa** from me.
I drank it when we met the gas
Beyond Gethsemane.