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WORK-A-DAY WARRIORS
They've lain and waited till the wireWas cut and scattered by our shells,Then waltzed into the German trenchAs gay as Negro minster-els!
I've seen our Batt. go singing inTo what was well-nigh certain death;I've seen 'em die, and heard 'em cheerFor Britain wi' their dying breath!
I've seen my matey standing by,And asked him if a fag he'd got;He hadn't even time to cryWhen something took him—he was not!
I've seen a bloke shot thro' the head—A bloke I ne'er heard swear afore—He spun right round, and dropped down dead,And wot he said was, "O you whore!"
I've seen me chargin' on the foe,To prod him wi' my bayonet;Then "Kamerad!"—and next I knowI'm handing him a cigarette!
