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 LXV

OUNG soldier, what will you be

When it's all over?"

"I shall get out and across the sea,

Where land's cheap and a man can thrive.

I shall make money. Perhaps I'll wive

In a place where there's room for a family.

I'm a bit of a rover."

"Young soldier, what will you be

At the last 'Dismiss'?"

"Bucked to get back to old Leicester Square,

Where there's good champagne and a glad eye winking,

And no more 'Verey Lights' damnably blinking

Their weary, dreary, white-eyed stare.

I'll be out of this."

"Young soldier, what will you be

When they sign the peace?"

"Blowed if I know; perhaps I shall stick it.

The job's all right if you take it steady. 153