Molly was my grandmother. Ernest, my grandfather, caught a whiff of gas in Flanders, but survived. Snow Hill was one of Birmingham's two major railway stations.
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I'm coming home Molly, I’m coming home
No more to roam Molly, no more to roam
We came out as boys Molly, we'll come back as men
They're sending me home Molly, to love you again.
You'll never believe Molly the things I’ve seen
Places I’ve been Molly, just where I’ve been
The war to end wars Molly, that's what they say
Well, it's finished for me Molly, so any day…
Glory and grief Molly, I’ve seen it all
For medals and mud Molly, the good men fall
We've won a war Molly, we've won a war
But I wonder what for Molly, I ask what for
I'll be home soon Molly, meet on Snow Hill
I love you still Molly, I love you still
They won't get me back Molly, I’m through with drill
I'm with you to stay Molly, I always will