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BALLADS OF BATTLE
For sometimes I mutters "Belgium,"
Or "Lusitani—a,"
And I slackens my bay'net in its sheath,
And stiffens my lower jaw,
And "An eye for an eye; a tooth for a tooth,"
Is all I know of the Law.
Or "Lusitani—a,"
And I slackens my bay'net in its sheath,
And stiffens my lower jaw,
And "An eye for an eye; a tooth for a tooth,"
Is all I know of the Law.
But sometimes when things is quiet,
And the old kindly stars come out,
I stand up behind my sand-bag,
And think, "What's it all about?"
And—tho' I'm a damned sight better nor him,
Yet sometimes I have a doubt,
That if you got under his hide you would see
A bloke with a heart just the same's you and me!
And the old kindly stars come out,
I stand up behind my sand-bag,
And think, "What's it all about?"
And—tho' I'm a damned sight better nor him,
Yet sometimes I have a doubt,
That if you got under his hide you would see
A bloke with a heart just the same's you and me!
