'E arsked if I'd shot an' seen 'em fall,
Wanted the de-tails and wanted 'em all!
An' there was my old hoss in Balham,
Gave me a quid w'ich I took, willin' enough,
Altho I made a stall at refusin'.
"That's all right, Joe, boy! Glad to do it!
It ain't much, but it'll 'elp you to 'ave a pleasant week,
But w'en you goes back to the trenches,
I wants you to take a crack at the 'Uns fer me!
Get me a German fer every penny in that sovereign!" 'e says,
Smashin' 'is fist on the table
An' upsettin' a bottle o' ink.
"Lay 'em out!" 'e says;
"Now tell me, 'ow many you killed, about?"
Speakin' o' 'ymns o' 'ate,
They sings 'em in Lunnon, I'm tellin' you straight!
You ought to see their faces w'en they arsks you about the 'Uns!
Lor' lummy! They ain't arf a bloodthirsty lot!
An' the wimmen as bad as the men.
I was glad to get back to the trenches again
W'ere there's more of a 'uman feelin'.
