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We were storemen clerks and packers on an ammunition dump	A
Twice the size of Cootamundra and the goods we had to hump	A
They were bombs as big as water butts and cartridges in tons	B
Shells that looked like blessed gasmains and a line in traction guns	B
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We had struck a warehouse dignity in dealing with the stocks	C
It was Sign here Mr Eddie Clarkson forward to the socks	C
Our floor walker was a major with a nozzle like a peach	D
And a stutter in his Trilbies and a limping kind of speech	D
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We were off at eight to business we were free for lunch at one	E
And we talked of new Spring fashions and the brisk trade being done	E
After five we sought our dugouts lying snug beneath the hill	F
Each with hollyhocks before it and geraniums on the sill	F
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Singing Home Sweet home we swept and scrubbed and dusted up the place	G
Then smoked out on the doorstep in the twilight's tender grace	G
After which with spade and rake we sought our special garden plot	H
And we 'tended to the cabbage and the shrinking young shallot	H
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So long lived we unmolested that this seemed indeed the life	I
Set apart from mirk and worry and the incidence of strife	I
And we trimmed our Kitchen Eden swapping vegetable lore	J
Whi e the whole demented world beside was muddled up with war	J
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There was little talk of Boches and of bloody battle scenes	K
But a deal about Bill's spuds and Billy Carkeek's butter beans	K
Porky specialised on onion and he had a sort of gift	H
For a cabbage plump and tender that it took two men to lift	H
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In the pleasant Sabbath morning when the sun lit on our street	H
And illumed the happy dugout with effulgence kind and sweet	H
It was fine to see us forking raking picking off the bugs	L
Treading flat the snails and woodlice and demolishing the slugs	L
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Then one day old Fritz got going He had a hint of us	M
And the shell the blighter posted was as roomy as a 'bus	M
He was groping round the dump and kind of pecking after it	H
When he plugged the hill the world heeled up the dome of heaven split	H
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Then Gott and consternation Swooped a shell a and stuck her nose	M
In Carkeek's beans Those beans came up A cry of grief arose	M
As we watched them plunk another shell cut loose and everywhere	N
Flew the spuds of Billy Murphy There were turnips in the air	N
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Bill she tore a quarter acre from the land scape With it burst	H
Tommy's carrots and we watched them and in whispers prayed and cursed	H
Then a wail of anguish 'scaped us Boomed in Porky's cabbage plot	H
A detestable concussion Porky's cabbages were not	H
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There the Breaking strain was reached for Porky fetched an awful cry	O
And he rushed away and armed himself With loathing in his eye	O
Up and over went the hero He was savage Through and through	P
And he tore across the distance like a mad dened kangaroo	P
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They had left a woeful sight indeed frail cabbages all rent	H
Turnips mangled little carrots all in one red burial blent	H
Parsnips ruined lettuce shattered torn and wilted beet and bean	Q
And a black and grinning gap where once our garden flourished green	Q
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Five and fifty hours had passed when came a German in his shirt	H
On his back he carried Porky black with blood and smoke and dirt	H
I sniped six of 'em said Porky an' me pris'ner here he sez	M
I done in the crooel swine what strafed me helpless cabbages	M

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