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'Before the war ' she sighs 'Before the war '	A
Then blinks 'er eyes an' tries to work a smile	B
'Ole scenes ' she sez 'don't look the same no more	C
Ole ways ' she sez 'seems to 'ave changed their style	B
The pleasures that we had don't seem worth while	B
Them simple joys that passed an hour away	D
An' troubles that we used to so revile	B
'Ow small they look' she sez ''Ow small today	D
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'This war ' sighs ole Mar Flood An' when I seen	E
The ole girl sittin' in our parlour there	F
Tellin' 'er troubles to my wife Doreen	E
As though the talkin' eased 'er load 'uv care	F
I thinks uv mothers 'ere and everywhere	F
Smilin' a bit while they are grievin' sore	C
For grown up babies fightin' Over There	F
An' then I 'ears 'em sigh 'Before the war '	-
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My wife 'as took the social 'abit bad	G
I ain't averse one more new word I've learned	H
Averse to tea when tea is to be 'ad	H
An' when it comes I reckon that it's earned	H
It's jist a drink as fur as I'm concerned	H
Good for a bloke that toilin' on the land	H
But when a caller comes 'ere am I turned	H
Into a social butterfly off 'and	H
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Then drinkin' tea becomes a 'oly rite	H
So's I won't bring the family to disgrace	I
I guts a bit 'uv coachin' overnight	H
On ridin' winners in this bun fed race	I
I 'ave to change me shirt an' wash me face	I
An' look reel neat from me waist up at least	H
An sling remarks in at the proper place	I
An' not makes noises drinkin' like a beast	H
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''Ave some more cake Another slice now do	H
An' won't yeh 'ave a second cup uv tea	H
'Ow is the children ' Ar it makes me blue	H
This boodoor 'abit ain't no good to me	H
I likes to take me tucker plain an' free	H
Tea an' a chunk out on the job for choice	J
So I can stoke with no one there to see	H
Besides I 'aven't got no comp'ny voice	J
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Uv course I've 'ad it all out with the wife	K
I argues that there's work that must be done	L
An' tells 'er that I 'ates this tony life	K
She sez there's jooties that we must not shun	L
You bet that ends it so I joins the fun	L
An' puts 'em all at ease with silly grins	M
Slings bits uv repartee like ''Ave a bun '	-
An' passes bread an' butter for my sins	M
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Since I've been marri'd say I've chucked some things	N
An' learned a whole lot more to fill the space	I
I've slung all slang crook words 'ave taken wings	N
An' I 'ave learned to entertain with grace	I
But when ole Missus Flood comes round our place	I
I don't object to 'er for all 'er sighs	O
Becos I likes 'er ways I likes 'er face	I
An' most uv all she 'as them mother's eyes	O
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'Before the war ' she sighs the poor ole girl	P
'Er talk it gets me thinkin' in between	E
While I'm assistin' at this social whirl	P
She comes across for comfort to Doreen	E
To talk about the things that might 'ave been	Q
If Syd 'ad not been killed at Suvla Bay	D
Or Jim had not done a bunk at seventeen	E
An' not been heard uv since 'e went away	D
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They 'ave a little farm right next to us	R
'Er and 'er husband where they live alone	S
Spite uv 'er cares she ain't the sort to fuss	R
Or serve up sudden tears an' sob an' moan	S
An' since I've known 'er some'ow I 'ave grown	S
To see in 'er an' all the grief she's bore	C
A million brave ole mothers 'oo 'ave known	S
Deep sorrer since them days before the war	C
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'Before the war ' she sez 'Yeh mind our Syd	H
Poor lad But then yeh never met young Jim	T
'Im 'oo was charged with things 'e never did	H
Ah both uv you'd 'ave been reel chums with 'im	T
'Igh spirited 'e was a perfect limb	T
It's six long years now since 'e went away	D
Ay drove away ' 'Er poor ole eyes git dim	T
'That was ' she sighs 'that was me blackest day	D
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'Me blackest day Wot am I sayin' now	U
That was the day the parson came to tell	V
The news about our Syd An' yet some'ow	T
My little Jim ' She pauses for a spell	V
'Your 'olly'ocks is doin' reely well '	-
She sez an' battles 'ard to brighten up	W
'An' them there pinks uv yours 'ow sweet they smell	V
An' Thanks I think I will 'ave one more cup '	-
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As fur as I can get the strength uv it	H
Them Floods 'ave 'ad a reel tough row to how	U
First off young Jim 'oo plays it high a bit	H
Narks the ole man a treat an' slings the show	T
The come the war an' Syd 'e 'as to go	T
'E run 'is final up at Suvla Bay	D
One uv the Aussies I was proud to know	T
An' Jim's cracked 'ardy since 'e went away	D
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'Er Jim These mothers Lord they're all the same	T
I wonders if Doreen will be that kind	H
Syd was the son 'oo played the reel man's game	T
But Jim 'oo sloped an' left no word be'ind	H
His is the picter shinin' in 'er mind	H
'Igh spirited I've 'eard that tale before	C
I sometimes think she'd take it rather kind	H
To 'ear that 'is 'igh spirits run to war	C
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'Before the war ' she sez 'Ah times was good	H
The little farm out there an' jist us four	C
Workin' to make a decent liveli'ood	H
Our Syd an' Jim Poor Jim I grieves me sore	C
For Dad won't 'ave 'im mentioned 'ome no more	C
'E's 'urt I know cos 'e thinks Jim 'urt me	T
As if 'e could the bonny boy I bore	C
But I must off 'ome now an' git Dad's tea '	-
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I seen 'er to the gate Take it frum me	T
I'm some perlite She sez 'Yeh mustn't mind	H
Me talkin' uv Jim but when I see	T
Your face it brings 'im back 'e's jist your kind	H
Not quite so 'an'some p'r'aps nor so refined	H
I've got some toys uv 'is ' she sez 'But there	F
This is ole woman's talk an' you be'ind	H
With all yer work an' little time to spare	F
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She gives me 'and a squeeze an' turns away	D
Sobbin' I thort but then she looks be'ind	H
Smilin' an' wavin' like she felt reel gay	D
I wonders 'ow the women work that blind	H
An' jist waves back then goes inside to find	H
A lookin' glass an' takes a reel good look	X
''Not quite so 'an'some p'r'aps nor so refined '	-
Gawd 'elp yeh Jim ' I thinks 'Yeh must be crook '	-

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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