Vimy Ridge (In Memory of Filip Konowal)

Things didn't go down as expected Hill 145, ill-fated Vimy Ridge We are entrenched in mud as wild hogs, my 47th Battalion A small wooded knoll we called The Pimple two miles in front of us We need to capture the machine gun nests, each was heavily defended Thousands of wounded, thousands of dead We're pinned down by the machine guns Millions of shells were fired had not done damage But Vimy Ridge will be in Canadian hands We've got the straight orders Follow your lieutenant and if he dies follow your corporal Prepare to use grenades and bayonets Don't lose contact with the fellow next to you And for crying out loud, try not to die Try not to die A freak snowstorm struck just as we started But blizzard proved fortunate Snow blinded heinies lost their courage, we captured trench by trench We killed them as rats in the pit, some begging for help to the skies More of the war now could be seen than from any other place in France Thousands of wounded, thousands of dead We're pinned down by the machine guns Millions of shells were fired had not done damage But Vimy Ridge now in Canadian hands