THE STAR-SHELL
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But as it is 'e opens fire,Ketching us working at our wire—("Keep still, you blokes; get on yer knees,And freeze, ye bloomin' blighters, freeze!)
Oft in the trench my watch I keep,And o'er the parapet I peep,But Lordy! I must mind my eye,When you go soaring through the sky!
Or when I'm out upon patrol,I've got to flop into a hole—Well do I know just what you are—Hell!—(There goes another !)Twinkle, twinkle, little star-shell!
