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120 MATEY
You were my dearest chum, matey— (Gawd ! but your face is white) But now, though reliefs 'ave come, matey, I'm goin' alone to-night.
I'd sooner the bullet was mine, matey—
Goin' out on my own,
Leavin' you 'ere in the line, matey,
All by yourself, alone.
Chum o' mine and you're dead, matey,
And this is the way we part,
The bullet went through your head, matey,
But Gawd ! it went through my 'eart. |
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