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 "You coots at 'ome 'as small ideer Uv wot we think an' feel. We done our bit an' seen it thro', An' all that we are askin' you Is jist a fair, square deal. We want this land we battled for To settle up—an' somethin' more.

"We want the land we battled for To be a land worth while. We're sick uv greed, an' 'ate, an' strife, An' all the mess that's made uv life." . . . 'E stopped a bit to smile. "I got these thoughts Out There becos We learnt wot mateship reely was."

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The hills be'ind the orchard trees Was showin' misty blue. The ev'nin' light was growin' dim; An' down I sat 'longside uv 'im, An' done some dreamin' too. I dreams uv war; an' wot is paid By blokes that went an' blokes that stayed.