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G Em C D GWar made him a soldier, little Franky Mear
G Em C D GPeace left him a loser, the little bombradier.
Em C D GLines of worry appeared with age, unskilled hands that knew no trade
Bm Cm C D G (C Cm G)Spent his time in a picture(?) house, the little bombradier.
G Em C D GFranky drank his money, the little that he made
G Em C D GTold his woes to no man, friendless lonely days.
Em C D GThen one day in the ABC, four small eyes gazed longingly
Bm Cm C D GAt the ice cream in the hand of the little bombradier.
Dm A Dm A
Dm ASunshine entered our Franky's days
Dm AGone his sorrows his hopeless maze
Bb D AHis life was fun and his heart was full of joy
Dm ATwo young children had changed his his aims,
Dm AHe bought the toffees and played their games
Bb D AHe bought them presents with every coin he made.
G Em C D G G Em C D G Em C D G Bm Cm C D G
G Em C D GThen two gentlemen called on him, asked him for his name
G Em C D GWhy was he friends with the children, were they just a game
Em C D GLeave them alone or we'll get sore, we've had blokes like you in this nation
before
Bm Cm C D GThe hand of authority said "no more" to the little bombradier.
Em C D GPacked his bags, his heart in pain, wiped a tear and caught a train
Bm Cm C D GNot to be seen in this town again, the little bombradier.
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