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THE GERMAN IN HIS BLINDNESS
Tune—“Greenland’s icy mountains”
THE German in his blindness,
He seeks his dug-out door
As soon as our trench-mortars
And guns begin to roar.
He doesn’t wear equipment,
His sentries aren’t about,
And then up come the Seaforths
And knock the Bosches out.
He seeks his dug-out door
As soon as our trench-mortars
And guns begin to roar.
He doesn’t wear equipment,
His sentries aren’t about,
And then up come the Seaforths
And knock the Bosches out.
What though their roomy dug-outs
Go down for half a mile,
Where every prospect pleases
And only Bosche is vile;
Yet no one of their inmates
Has been known to survive,
Go down for half a mile,
Where every prospect pleases
And only Bosche is vile;
Yet no one of their inmates
Has been known to survive,
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