Robert W. Service
Yes, the old girl stood a-blubbing till an island hid the view.
Says the factor : Mike, you re crazy ! They have soldier- men a-plenty.
You re as grizzled as a badger, and you re sixty year
or so. J
But I haven t missed a scrap, says I, since I was one and twenty.
And shall I miss the biggest? You can bet your whiskers no !
So I sold my furs and started . . .. . and that s eighteen months ago.
For I joined the Foreign Legion, and they put me for a
starter In the trenches of the Argonne with the Boche a step
away; And the partner on my right hand was an apache from
Montmartre ; On my left there was a millionaire from Pittsburg,
U.S.A.
(Poor fellow! They collected him in bits the other day,)
But I m sprier than a chipmunk, save a touch of the
lumbago ; And they calls me Old Methoosalah, and blagues me
all the day, I m their exhibition sniper, and they work me like a
Dago,
And laugh to see me plug a Boche a half a mile away. Oh, I hold tlje highest record in the regiment, they say.
And at night they gather round me, and I tell them of my roaming
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