This old man with a missing left leg All he owns are the medals on his chest A wave to the door man and a nod to me A pint of ale is his only request [RIT:] His only honour is his favourite chair Stranger walks in OI! you can't sit there Gone are the days he fought for us Poor old man no wonder he cuss Tails of d**h and running blood He will tell you for a drink He will tell you all about his best friends that died It certainly makes you think [RIT] His home is a basement just a dirty old room His only companion is his dog Scruffy as the man living in gloom His heat is just an occasional log [RIT] Who will mourn and cry for him When he goes to meet his god? Who will think of the deed he done And who will think of the war's he won?