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ON ACTIVE SERVICE
For the bloke on Active Service, w'en 'e goes
across the sea, 'E's sure to stand in terror of the things 'e
doesn't see, A 'and grenade or mortar as it leaves the other
side You can see an' 'ear it comin', so you simply
steps aside. The aeroplane above you may go droppin'
bombs a bit, But lyin' in your dug-out you're unlucky if
you're 'it.
W'en the breezes fills your trenches with
hasfixiatin' gas,
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