NOCTURNALS
Tommy's Night Thoughts in the Trenches.
I
I wonder are there stupid wars
In any of them other stars?—
Kaisers and Kings,
And mix o' things,
And all this mess?—
Not 'alf, I guess,
Not even in yon ruddy Mars.
I wonder are there stupid wars
In any of them other stars?—
Kaisers and Kings,
And mix o' things,
And all this mess?—
Not 'alf, I guess,
Not even in yon ruddy Mars.
II
As I stamp my feet to keep them hot,
When a' the trench is still,
O, I wad gi'e a hell o' a lot
For the sight o' a Scottish hill,
For the clasp o' a Scottish lassie's waist,
And—weel—just to say a little taste
O' a guid auld Scottish gill!
As I stamp my feet to keep them hot,
When a' the trench is still,
O, I wad gi'e a hell o' a lot
For the sight o' a Scottish hill,
For the clasp o' a Scottish lassie's waist,
And—weel—just to say a little taste
O' a guid auld Scottish gill!
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