| Song | Young Jimmy In Flanders |
| Artist | Andy M. Stewart |
| Album | Fire In The Glen |
| 作词 : Stewart, Stewart | |
| Will ye go tae | |
| Flanders, | |
| Young Jimmy-o? | |
| Oh will ye go tae | |
| Flanders, | |
| Young Jimmy-o? | |
| There you'll get wine and brandy | |
| And medals find and dandy, | |
| O will ye go to | |
| Flanders, | |
| Young Jimmy-o? | |
| Oh dinnae go tae | |
| Flanders, | |
| Young Jimmy-o! | |
| Dinnae go tae | |
| Flanders, my own dear | |
| Jimmy-o! What good tae me is brandy | |
| And medals find and dandy, | |
| If you're lyin' deid on | |
| Flanders, | |
| My Jimmy-o? | |
| Will ye go tae | |
| Flanders, young | |
| Jimmy-o? And serve those who command us, | |
| Young Jimmy-o? | |
| We fight the fearful | |
| Hun With our long | |
| Lee-Enfield guns | |
| Though he's just your fellow man | |
| When we stop for | |
| Christmas day. | |
| Jimmy went to | |
| Flanders so many years ago, | |
| To the Somme, to | |
| Ypres and | |
| Arras, not so many years ago. | |
| He played his pipes to battle | |
| And the laddies died like cattle | |
| And the brandy was drunk in | |
| Whitehall | |
| A million miles away. | |
| What saw ye there in | |
| Flanders, my | |
| Jimmy-o? What se ye there in | |
| Flanders, | |
| My Own Jimmy-o? | |
| We rang the victory bells | |
| Over every foe that fell | |
| Workin' men just like mysel', | |
| My Rosie-o. |
| zuò cí : Stewart, Stewart | |
| Will ye go tae | |
| Flanders, | |
| Young Jimmyo? | |
| Oh will ye go tae | |
| Flanders, | |
| Young Jimmyo? | |
| There you' ll get wine and brandy | |
| And medals find and dandy, | |
| O will ye go to | |
| Flanders, | |
| Young Jimmyo? | |
| Oh dinnae go tae | |
| Flanders, | |
| Young Jimmyo! | |
| Dinnae go tae | |
| Flanders, my own dear | |
| Jimmyo! What good tae me is brandy | |
| And medals find and dandy, | |
| If you' re lyin' deid on | |
| Flanders, | |
| My Jimmyo? | |
| Will ye go tae | |
| Flanders, young | |
| Jimmyo? And serve those who command us, | |
| Young Jimmyo? | |
| We fight the fearful | |
| Hun With our long | |
| LeeEnfield guns | |
| Though he' s just your fellow man | |
| When we stop for | |
| Christmas day. | |
| Jimmy went to | |
| Flanders so many years ago, | |
| To the Somme, to | |
| Ypres and | |
| Arras, not so many years ago. | |
| He played his pipes to battle | |
| And the laddies died like cattle | |
| And the brandy was drunk in | |
| Whitehall | |
| A million miles away. | |
| What saw ye there in | |
| Flanders, my | |
| Jimmyo? What se ye there in | |
| Flanders, | |
| My Own Jimmyo? | |
| We rang the victory bells | |
| Over every foe that fell | |
| Workin' men just like mysel', | |
| My Rosieo. |