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'Ave you seen Bill's mug in the Noos to day	A
'E's gyned the Victoriar Cross they say	A
Little Bill wot would grizzle and run away	A
If you 'it 'im a swipe on the jawr	B
'E's slaughtered the Kaiser's men in tons	C
'E's captured one of their quick fire guns	C
And 'e 'adn't no practice in killin' 'Uns	C
Afore 'e went off to the war	B
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Little Bill wot I nussed in 'is by by clothes	C
Little Bill wot told me 'is childish woes	C
'Ow often I've tidied 'is pore little nose	C
Wiv the 'em of me pinnyfore	B
And now all the papers 'is praises ring	D
And 'e's been and 'e's shaken the 'and of the King	D
And I sawr 'im to day in the ward pore thing	D
Where they're patchin' 'im up once more	B
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And 'e says Wot d'ye think of it Lizer Ann	E
And I says Well I can't make it out old man	E
You'd 'ook it as soon as a scrap began	E
When you was a bit of a kid	F
And 'e whispers 'Ere on the quiet Liz	C
They're makin' too much of the 'ole damn biz	C
And the papers is printin' me ugly phiz	C
But I'm 'anged if I know wot I did	F
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Oh the Captain comes and 'e says 'Look 'ere	B
They're far too quiet out there it's queer	B
They're up to somethin' 'oo'll volunteer	B
To crawl in the dark and see '	-
Then I felt me 'eart like a 'ammer go	G
And up jumps a chap and 'e says 'Right O '	-
But I chips in straight and I says 'Oh no	G
'E's a missis and kids take me '	-
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And the next I knew I was sneakin' out	H
And the oozy corpses was all about	H
And I felt so scared I wanted to shout	H
And me skin fair prickled wiv fear	B
And I sez 'You coward You 'ad no right	I
To take on the job of a man this night '	-
Yet still I kept creepin' till 'orrid sight	I
The trench of the 'Uns was near	B
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It was all so dark it was all so still	J
Yet somethin' pushed me against me will	J
'Ow I wanted to turn Yet I crawled until	J
I was seein' a dim light shine	K
Then thinks I 'I'll just go a little bit	L
And see wot the doose I can make of it '	-
And it seemed to come from the mouth of a pit	L
'Christmas ' sez I 'a mine '	-
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Then 'ere's the part wot I can't explain	M
I wanted to make for 'ome again	N
But somethin' was blazin' inside me brain	M
So I crawled to the trench instead	O
Then I saw the bullet 'ead of a 'Un	M
And 'e stood by a rapid firer gun	M
And I lifted a rock and I 'it 'im one	M
And 'e dropped like a chunk o' lead	O
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Then all the 'Uns that was underground	P
Comes up with a rush and on with a bound	P
And I swings that giddy old Maxim round	P
And belts 'em solid and square	B
You see I was off me chump wiv fear	B
'If I'm sellin' me life ' sez I 'it's dear '	-
And the trench was narrow and they was near	B
So I peppered the brutes for fair	B
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So I 'eld 'em back and I yelled wiv fright	I
And the boys attacked and we 'ad a fight	I
And we 'captured a section o' trench' that night	I
Which we didn't expect to get	Q
And they found me there with me Maxim gun	M
And I'd laid out a score if I'd laid out one	M
And I fainted away when the thing was done	M
And I 'aven't got over it yet	Q
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So that's the 'istory Bill told me	R
Of course it's all on the strict Q T	R
It wouldn't do to get out you see	R
As 'e hacted against 'is will	J
But 'e's convalescin' wiv all 'is might	I
And 'e 'opes to be fit for another fight	I
Say Ain't 'e a bit of the real all right	I
Wot's the matter with Bill	J

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