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  • 作词 : Stewart, Stewart
    Will ye go tae
    Flanders,
    Young Jimmy-o?
    Oh will ye go tae
    Flanders,
    Young Jimmy-o?
    There you'll get wine and brandy
    And medals find and dandy,
    O will ye go to
    Flanders,
    Young Jimmy-o?
    Oh dinnae go tae
    Flanders,
    Young Jimmy-o!
    Dinnae go tae
    Flanders, my own dear
    Jimmy-o! What good tae me is brandy
    And medals find and dandy,
    If you're lyin' deid on
    Flanders,
    My Jimmy-o?
    Will ye go tae
    Flanders, young
    Jimmy-o? And serve those who command us,
    Young Jimmy-o?
    We fight the fearful
    Hun With our long
    Lee-Enfield guns
    Though he's just your fellow man
    When we stop for
    Christmas day.
    Jimmy went to
    Flanders so many years ago,
    To the Somme, to
    Ypres and
    Arras, not so many years ago.
    He played his pipes to battle
    And the laddies died like cattle
    And the brandy was drunk in
    Whitehall
    A million miles away.
    What saw ye there in
    Flanders, my
    Jimmy-o? What se ye there in
    Flanders,
    My Own Jimmy-o?
    We rang the victory bells
    Over every foe that fell
    Workin' men just like mysel',
    My Rosie-o.
  • 作词 : Stewart, Stewart
    Will ye go tae
    Flanders,
    Young Jimmy-o?
    Oh will ye go tae
    Flanders,
    Young Jimmy-o?
    There you'll get wine and brandy
    And medals find and dandy,
    O will ye go to
    Flanders,
    Young Jimmy-o?
    Oh dinnae go tae
    Flanders,
    Young Jimmy-o!
    Dinnae go tae
    Flanders, my own dear
    Jimmy-o! What good tae me is brandy
    And medals find and dandy,
    If you're lyin' deid on
    Flanders,
    My Jimmy-o?
    Will ye go tae
    Flanders, young
    Jimmy-o? And serve those who command us,
    Young Jimmy-o?
    We fight the fearful
    Hun With our long
    Lee-Enfield guns
    Though he's just your fellow man
    When we stop for
    Christmas day.
    Jimmy went to
    Flanders so many years ago,
    To the Somme, to
    Ypres and
    Arras, not so many years ago.
    He played his pipes to battle
    And the laddies died like cattle
    And the brandy was drunk in
    Whitehall
    A million miles away.
    What saw ye there in
    Flanders, my
    Jimmy-o? What se ye there in
    Flanders,
    My Own Jimmy-o?
    We rang the victory bells
    Over every foe that fell
    Workin' men just like mysel',
    My Rosie-o.