Cannons roared in the valley they thundered
  While the guns lit up the night
  Then it rained and both sides wondered
  Who is wrong and who is right
  
  On the wire like a ragged old scarecrow
  Bloody hands and broken back
  When they fire see him pirouette solo
  Jump in time to the rat a tat
  
  What a night though it's one of seven
  What night for the dancing dead
  What a night to be called to heaven
  What a picture to fill your head
  
  By the wall in a silouette standing
  Through a flash of sudden light
  Cigarette from his mouth just hanging
  Paper square to his heart pinned tight
  
  Gather round reluctant marksmen
  One of them to take his life
  With a smile he gives them pardon
  Leaves the dark and takes the light
  
  CHORUS
  
  They dispatch their precious cargo
  Knock him back right off his feet
  And they pray may no one follow
  Better still to face the beast
  
  When the field has become a garden
  And the wall has stood the test
  Children play and the dogs run barking
  Who would think or who would guess
  
  CHORUS