SNAGAS' SECRET WARSONG by Raven (Jon Lennart Beck) During the Trenchwar, the British soldiers made the following song: If you're looking for the general, I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you're looking for the general, I know where he is Sitting on the Folies Bergére (sp?) I saw him, I saw him Sitting on the Folies Bergére, I saw him Sitting on the Folies Bergére If you're looking for the colonel, I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you're looking for the colonel, I know where he is Banging with the adjutant's wife I saw him, I saw him Banging with the adjutant's wife, I saw him Banging with the adjutant's wife If you're looking for the sergeant, I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you're looking for the sergeant, I know where he is Drinking off the company's rum I saw him, I saw him Drinking off the company's rum, I saw him Drinking off the company's rum If you're looking for your husband, I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you're looking for your husband, I know where he is Dying in the old barbed wire I saw him, I saw him Dying in the old barbed wire, I saw him Dying in the old barbed wire. The above was the original. Wonder what Tolkien would have to say about me rewriting a song from the Trenches to suit Tolkien's work: Snaga's secret warsong: If you're looking for the Great Eye, I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you're looking for the Great Eye, I know where he is Gloating in his damned Lugbúrz I saw him, I saw him Gloating in his damned Lugbúrz, I saw him Gloating in his damned Lugbúrz Wanna know where Number One is, I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is Wanna know where Number One is, I know where he is Lording it on his big horse I saw him, I saw him Lording it on his big horse, I saw him Lording it on his big horse If you're looking for the Uruk, I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you're looking for the Uruk, I know where he is Just behind us, cracking his whip I saw him, I saw him Just behind us, cracking his whip, I saw him Just behind us, cracking his whip If you're looking for your brother, I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you're looking for your brother, I know where he is Dying on a Tarkish blade I saw him, I saw him Dying on a Tarkish blade, I saw him Dying on a Tarkish blade. But then again, my impression of WWI on the Western front (from Erich Maria Remarque's book 'Nothing new on the Western front', and Tardi's 'The Trenchwar') is that the soldiers were treated little better by the generals in the real world than the little Orcs by their masters in Tolkien's world.