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Dad wanted to join the Army, but he was fifty-nine,
He wanted to do his bit for the king, he was fit and felt just fine.
But the sergeant looked him up and down and then he shook his head.
'We're wanting younger men than thee. Go back home Grandad' he said.

So when the call came out from Winston, to join the L.D.V
He was first in line with his old broomstick,
and his marching was something to see.
He took his turn to fire the gun, in theory to dismiss a tank.
He stood all night in the pouring rain, guarding colliery bank.

Weekends they went on manoeuvres, to practice their stalking and drill
But Squire lost most of his pheasants, on Monday we all ate our fill
One day they captured a German, who'd bailed out of his plane.
Proudly they marched him through the village, like schoolboys playing a game.

We smiled at all their antics, to us it was just fun.
But to my Dad and his comrades, it was a job that must be done.
For when we had no one and our backs were to the wall,
their spirit was infectious, an example to us all.

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