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THE OLE SWEATS 27
They're drillin' up from day to day, at it at dusk and dawn,
But they'll need it all to fill the shoes of blokes that now are gone ; The ole sweats, The ole daisy-shovers,* the ole sweats. The new 'uns it's said they are smart on parade,
But, Gawd, there is none like the ole sweats.
We're out 't for duration now and do not care a cuss,
There's beer to spare at dinner time and afters f now for us,
But if our butty's still were out in Flanders
raisin' Cain, We'd weather through with those we knew on
bully beef again.
* Daisy-shovers. The dead ; " the men who lie under the ground, shoving the daisies up with their toes." t Afters=confiture. |
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