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26 THE OLE SWEATS
And now that we've a blighty one* we don't know what to do !—
Just swing the lead ; the Darby boys will see the bisness through,
They'll 'ave a bit o' carry on, o' fightin' and o' fun,
They'll 'ave the ribbons when they end the work that we begun.
The ole sweats—
Devils for fun were the ole sweats,
In love or a scrap sure they always went nap,
They 'adn't 'arf guts had the ole sweats.
But the old sweats they never die, they only fade away
And others come to take their place, 'ot on the doin's they;
* A blighty one. A wound which brings a soldier back to England.