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 PIET

(REGULAR OF THE LINE)

not love my Empire's foes,

Nor call 'em angels; still,

What is the sense of 'atin' those

'Oom you are paid to kill?

So, barrin' all that foreign lot

Which only joined for spite,

Myself, I'd just as soon as not

Respect the man I fight.

Ah there, Piet!—'is trousies to 'is knees,

'Is coat-tails lyin' level in the bullet-sprinkled breeze;

'E does not lose 'is rifle an' 'e does not lose 'is seat,

I've known a lot o' people ride a dam' sight worse than Piet!

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