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Keep the Huns retiring! Keep our guns firing! Keep our airships flying! Till the Bosche are done! Keep our bayonets flashing! Keep our boys a-dashing! Turn the Germans inside out, And we'll all go home.

My tunic is out at the elbows, My trousers are out at the knee, My puttees are ragged and frazzled But the Q.M. says nothing for me.

My Tummy knocks hard on my backbone, My dial is thin as can be; Still all we get handed at mealtimes, Is bully and Machonochie.

I wonder why I work and sigh the way I do. Is it because I'm in this blinkin' army too? I used to think a soldier's life was simply grand; But now I've changed my mind because I understand.

In London Town a soldier's life is grand, He winks at all the girlies in the Strand, But not so in Flanders, it's not the same, You work around from morn till night And then start in again. If ever I get through this war alive, You bet your little life I'll happy be; If a new war starts some day, I'll be going the other way, Or else I'll join the A.S.C.