Mother Courage

To feed a war you have to pillage
But let your soldiers rest a bit
For what they need here's Mother Courage
With woollen coats and boots that fit
Their heads ablaze with lice and liquor
The boys are marching to the beat
I guarantee they'll step it quicker
With boots upon their blistered feet

Now spring has come and winter's dead
The snow has gone so draw a breath
Let Christian souls crawl out of their beds
Pull on their socks and conquer death

Unless his belly's full of porridge
A soldier's sure to turn and run
By him some grub from Mother Courage
So he'll know where to point his gun
They fight for God and legal tender
I'll see them clothed and feed them well
And bless the boys in all their splendour
As they march down the road to hell

Now spring has come and winter's dead
The snow has gone so draw a breath
Let Christian souls crawl out of their beds
Pull on their socks and conquer death



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Wilson, Bertold Brecht
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