Send Herman Home

“They flailed me about the flanks with a stainless steel tennis racket”

One day Nanook and Mr Smith
Were standing in the snow
Smith says, “See hear, now war has come
There’s no more Eskimo.”

It spread all over
Stayed in Africa last of all
Strictly business
Spill the blood
First and always

Send Herman home
Dust off his throne
If you love him so
Don’t let him go

We’ve got a job for Churchill, Nelson
And good old Chichester Clark
To show the white mens bite is fiercer
Than the blackest bark
Here comes order
With all the buckshot and British gas
Strictly business
Spill the blood
First and always

Send Herman home,
Dust off his throne,
You love him so,
Don’t let him go.

“I am a reasonable man
The buttermilk of Beelzebub”

My dearest colonel
Well it was hard but the work is done
We’ve got ovens burning
All the day and night
These clowns keep calling

Send Herman home
Faith will be shown
By his old Boer friends
By these rivers end

Send Herman home
Send him home, send him home
Send him home, send him home
Send him home, send him home

I ask who needs luck with you as friends?
The soldier does what God intends.

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