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TO THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE COUNT
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So I'm writin' to Mick; an' I'm feelin' reel wet
Wiv the sort o' superior nark,
'Oo tilts up 'is conk an' gits orl the boys set,
'Oo are out fer a bit uv a lark.
So I puts it to Mick, as I sez when I starts,
An' I ends wiv the solemest toast:
'Ere's to 'im—(raise yer glass)—'oo left pride in our 'earts
An' 'is bones on Gallipoli coast.
