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Rh I’ve fixed the note to your collar, you’ve got to get back to my Boys, You’ve got to get back to warn ’em before it’s the break of day.”

The order came to go forward to a trench-line traced on the map; I knew the brass-hats had blundered, I knew and I told ’em so; I knew if I did as they ordered I would tumble into a trap, And I tried to explain, but the answer came like a pistol: “Go.”

Then I thought of the Boys I commanded–I always called them “my Boys”– The men of my own recruiting, the lads of my countryside; Tested in many a battle, I knew their sorrows and joys, And I loved them all like a father, with more than a father’s pride.

To march my Boys to a shambles as soon as the dawn of day; To see them helplessly slaughtered, if all that I guessed was true; My Boys that trusted me blindly, I thought and I tried to pray, And then I arose and I muttered: “It’s either them or it’s you.”