TOMMY AND FRITZ
He hides behind his sand-bag,
And I stand back o' mine;
And sometimes he bellows, "Hullo, John Bull!"
And I hollers, "German swine!"
And sometimes we both lose our bloomin' rag,
And blaze all along the line.
And I stand back o' mine;
And sometimes he bellows, "Hullo, John Bull!"
And I hollers, "German swine!"
And sometimes we both lose our bloomin' rag,
And blaze all along the line.
Sometimes he whistles his 'Ymn of 'Ate,
Or opens his mug to sing,
And when he gives us "Die Wacht am Rhein"
I give 'im "God Save the King";
And then—we" get up the wind" again,
And the bullets begin to ping—
(If we're in luck our machine gun nips
A working squad on the wing.)
Or opens his mug to sing,
And when he gives us "Die Wacht am Rhein"
I give 'im "God Save the King";
And then—we" get up the wind" again,
And the bullets begin to ping—
(If we're in luck our machine gun nips
A working squad on the wing.)
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