The Willing Conscript Lyrics

Oh Sergeant I'm a draftee and I've just arrived in
camp.
I've come to wear the uniform and join the martial
tramp.
And I want to do my duty, but one thing I do implore
You must give me lessons, sergeant, for I've never
killed before.

To do my job obediently is my only desire.
To learn my weapon thoroughly and how to aim and fire.
To learn to kill the enemy and then to slaughter more,
I'll need instruction, sergeant, for I've never killed
before.
Oh, there are rumors in the camp about our enemy.
They say that when you see him he looks just like you
and me.
But you deny it, Sergeant, and you are a man of war,
So you must give me lessons, for I've never killed
before.

Now there are several lessons that I haven't mastered
yet.
I haven't got the hang of how to use the bayonet. If he doesn't die at once am I to stick him with it
more?
Oh, I hope you will be patient, for I've never killed
before.

The hand grenade is something that I just don't
understand.
You've got to throw it quickly or you're apt to lose
your hand.
Does it blow a man to pieces with it's wicked, muffled
roar?
Oh, I've got so much to learn because I've never killed
before.

Oh, I want to thank you, Sergeant, for the help you've
been to me.
For you've taught me how to slaughter and to hate the
enemy.
And I know that I'll be ready when they march me off to
war,
And I know that it won't matter that I've never killed
before.
And I know that it won't matter that I've never killed
before.

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