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 Rh "We're up agin it, mate; we know that well. There ain't a man among us wouldn't lob Over the parapit an' charge like 'ell To end the job. But this is war; an' discipline—well, lad, We sez we 'ates it; but we ain't too bad.

"Glory an' gallant scraps is wot I dreamed, Ragin' around an' smashin' foemen flat; But war, like other things, ain't wot it seems. So 'stid uv that, I'm sittin' in me dug-out scrawlin' this. An' thankin' Gawd when shells go by—an' miss.

"I'm sittin' in me dug-out day be day— It narks us; but Australia's got a name Fer doin' little jobs like blokes 'oo play A clean, straight game. Wiv luck I might see scrappin' 'fore I'm done, Or go where Craig 'as gone, an' miss the fun.

"But if I dodge, an' keep out uv the rain, An' don't toss in me alley 'fore we wins; An' if I lobs back 'ome an' meets the Jane 'Oo sent the skins— These bunnies' overcoats I lives inside— I'll squeal at 'er, an' run away an' 'ide.