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" Maconachie for breakfast ? It ain't no
bloomin' use, We're faring far, far better, our gifts from
home are better, Look here, we've something better than bully
after Loos."
The post comes trenchward nightly; we hail
the post with glee, Though now we're not as many as once we
used to be, For some have done their fighting, packed up
and gone away, And many boys are sleeping, no sound will
break their sleeping, Brave lusty comrades sleeping in little homes
of clay. |
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