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 I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath,
 * I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base,

And speed glum heroes up the line to death.
 * You'd see me with my puffy petulant face,

Guzzling and gulping in the best hotel,
 * Reading the Roll of Honour. "Poor young chap,"

I'd say—"I used to know his father well;
 * Yes, we've lost heavily in this last scrap."

And when the war is done and youth stone dead, I'd toddle safely home and die—in bed.