Christmas in the trenches,
Barbed wire moon frosted and
We could hear them singing
(Grandad told me)
So we give them a cheer
And then it was
‘Eh Tommy, let’s meet in the middle:
Well finally we did,
Climbed up over the top,
Took it slow just in case,
Hands shaking
As we took their chocolate,
Dished out our fags,
Showed each other photographs
And do you know we parted as mates
Which is why they made truces
A shooting offence
Kevin McCann