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Is it not strange A year ago to day	A
With scarce a thought beyond the hum drum round	B
I did my decent job and earned my pay	A
Was averagely happy I'll be bound	B
Ay in my little groove I was content	C
Seeing my life run smoothly to the end	D
With prosy days in stolid labour spent	C
And jolly nights a pipe a glass a friend	D
In God's good time a hearth fire's cosy gleam	E
A wife and kids and all a fellow needs	F
When presto like a bubble goes my dream	E
I leap upon the Stage of Splendid Deeds	F
I yell with rage I wallow deep in gore	G
I that was clerk in a drysalter's store	G
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Stranger than any book I've ever read	H
Here on the reeking battlefield I lie	I
Under the stars propped up with smeary dead	H
Like too if no one takes me in to die	I
Hit on the arms legs liver lungs and gall	J
Damn glad there's nothing more of me to hit	K
But calm and feeling never pain at all	J
And full of wonder at the turn of it	K
For of the dead around me three are mine	L
Three foemen vanquished in the whirl of fight	M
So if I die I have no right to whine	L
I feel I've done my little bit all right	M
I don't know how but there the beggars are	N
As dead as herrings pickled in a jar	N
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And here am I worse wounded than I thought	O
For in the fight a bullet bee like stings	P
You never heed the air is metal hot	Q
And all alive with little flicking wings	P
But on you charge You see the fellows fall	J
Your pal was by your side fair fighting mad	R
You turn to him and lo no pal at all	J
You wonder vaguely if he's copped it bad	R
But on you charge The heavens vomit death	S
And vicious death is besoming the ground	B
You're blind with sweat you're dazed and out of breath	S
And though you yell you cannot hear a sound	B
But on you charge Oh War's a rousing game	T
Around you smoky clouds like ogres tower	U
The earth is rowelled deep with spurs of flame	T
And on your helmet stones and ashes shower	U
But on you charge It's odd You have no fear	V
Machine gun bullets whip and lash your path	W
Red yellow black the smoky giants rear	V
The shrapnel rips the heavens roar in wrath	W
But on you charge Barbed wire all trampled down	X
The ground all gored and rent as by a blast	Y
Grim heaps of grey where once were heaps of brown	X
A ragged ditch the Hun first line at last	Y
All smashed to hell Their second right ahead	H
So on you charge There's nothing else to do	Z
More reeking holes blood barbed wire gruesome dead	H
Your puttee strap's undone that worries you	Z
You glare around You think you're all alone	A2
But no your chums come surging left and right	M
The nearest chap flops down without a groan	A2
His face still snarling with the rage of fight	M
Ha here's the second trench just like the first	B2
Only a little more so more laid out	C2
More pounded flame corroded death accurst	C2
A pretty piece of work beyond a doubt	C2
Now for the third and there your job is done	D2
So on you charge You never stop to think	E2
Your cursed puttee's trailing as you run	D2
You feel you'd sell your soul to have a drink	E2
The acrid air is full of cracking whips	F2
You wonder how it is you're going still	G2
You foam with rage Oh God to be at grips	F2
With someone you can rush and crush and kill	G2
Your sleeve is dripping blood you're seeing red	C2
You're battle mad your turn is coming now	H2
See there's the jagged barbed wire straight ahead	C2
And there's the trench you'll get there anyhow	H2
Your puttee catches on a strand of wire	U
And down you go perhaps it saves your life	I2
For over sandbag rims you see 'em fire	U
Crop headed chaps their eyes ablaze with strife	I2
You crawl you cower then once again you plunge	J2
With all your comrades roaring at your heels	K2
Have at 'em lads You stab you jab you lunge	J2
A blaze of glory then the red world reels	K2
A crash of triumph then you're faint a bit	C2
That cursed puttee Now to fasten it	C2
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Well that's the charge And now I'm here alone	A2
I've built a little wall of Hun on Hun	D2
To shield me from the leaden bees that drone	A2
It saves me worry and it hurts 'em none	D2
The only thing I'm wondering is when	L2
Some stretcher men will stroll along my way	A
It isn't much that's left of me but then	L2
Where life is hope is so at least they say	A
Well if I'm spared I'll be the happy lad	C2
I tell you I won't envy any king	M2
I've stood the racket and I'm proud and glad	C2
I've had my crowning hour Oh War's the thing	M2
It gives us common working chaps our chance	N2
A taste of glory chivalry romance	N2
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Ay War they say is hell it's heaven too	C2
It lets a man discover what he's worth	O2
It takes his measure shows what he can do	C2
Gives him a joy like nothing else on earth	O2
It fans in him a flame that otherwise	P2
Would flicker out these drab discordant days	Q2
It teaches him in pain and sacrifice	R2
Faith fortitude grim courage past all praise	Q2
Yes War is good So here beside my slain	S2
A happy wreck I wait amid the din	T2
For even if I perish mine's the gain	S2
Hi there you fellows won't you take me in	T2
Give me a fag to smoke upon the way	A
We've taken La Boiselle The hell you say	A
Well that would make a corpse sit up and grin	T2
Lead on I'll live to fight another day	A

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