Where are you now Harry Brewer You're lying in some dirty hole With the sun beating down on the old battle ground May God give rest to your soul It was Kingstown in 1916 You enlisted to fight for the King And you all sailed away on a morning in May And that was the last you were seen For they threw you into battle Like dogs on [?] shore With thousands of Huns with their rattling guns Made you march through the battery's roar So where are you now Harry Brewer You're lying in some dirty hole With the sun beating down on the old battle ground May God give rest to your soul There are officers safe in the barracks And the medics installed by the beds While the poor fools of war get cut down by the score And the blood flows out of their heads Ah but they gave you a fine decoration For serving the cause of their nation And all that you cost was a wee silver cross And your name on a stone by the station So where are you now Harry Brewer You're lying in some dirty hole With the sun beating down on the old battle ground May God give rest to your soul Back home where your family were grieving There were others fighting for freedom On the post office steps with their heads held erect They went down for a cause they believed in They'll not fight for the few that have used them They'll fight for the crew that abuse them They'll hold their ground for a land of their own And nobody's going to refuse them So where are you now Harry Brewer You're lying in some dirty hole With the sun beating down on the old battle ground May God give rest to your soul So here's to you now Harry Brewer I'm not saying you could have known better There were thousands like you who sailed over the Brew And came back in a government letter There are hundreds who'll beat on the drums And thousands who carried the guns But if you must die at all sure tis better to fall For the right to hand down to your son So where are you now Harry Brewer You're lying in some dirty hole With the sun beating down on the old battle ground May God give rest to your soul