Rev Hammer Exile
If you're going across the sea,
To dear old London Town
Kiss the lips of my true love
They're soft as eiderdown.
Tell her if I was a thief
It's time with her I'd steal
And walk with her where once we walked
In love 'cross Finsbury Field.
I'm exiled here in Flanders now
Where it's flat as flat can be.
While she has no way to feed our kids
Away across the sea.
So if you're going overseas
To dear old London Town
Find the man that exiled me
And beat him to the ground.
