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All day long when the shells sail over	A
I stand at the sandbags and take my chance	B
But at night at night I'm a reckless rover	A
And over the parapet gleams Romance	B
Romance Romance How I've dreamed it writing	C
Dreary old records of money and mart	D
Me with my head chuckful of fighting	C
And the blood of vikings to thrill my heart	D
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But little I thought that my time was coming	C
Sudden and splendid supreme and soon	E
And here I am with the bullets humming	C
As I crawl and I curse the light of the moon	E
Out alone for adventure thirsting	C
Out in mysterious No Man's Land	F
Prone with the dead when a star shell bursting	C
Flares on the horrors on every hand	F
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There are ruby stars and they drip and wiggle	G
And the grasses gleam in a light blood red	H
There are emerald stars and their tails they wriggle	G
And ghastly they glare on the face of the dead	H
But the worst of all are the stars of whiteness	I
That spill in a pool of pearly flame	J
Pretty as gems in their silver brightness	I
And etching a man for a bullet's aim	J
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Yet oh it's great to be here with danger	A
Here in the weird death pregnant dark	C
In the devil's pasture a stealthy ranger	A
When the moon is decently hiding Hark	C
What was that Was it just the shiver	A
Of an eerie wind or a clammy hand	F
The rustle of grass or the passing quiver	A
Of one of the ghosts of No Man's Land	F
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It's only at night when the ghosts awaken	K
And gibber and whisper horrible things	L
For to every foot of this God forsaken	K
Zone of jeopard some horror clings	L
Ugh What was that It felt like a jelly	M
That flattish mound in the noisome grass	N
You three big rats running free of its belly	M
Out of my way and let me pass	N
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But if there's horror there's beauty wonder	A
The trench lights gleam and the rockets play	O
That flood of magnificent orange yonder	A
Is a battery blazing miles away	O
With a rush and a singing a great shell passes	P
The rifles resentfully bicker and brawl	Q
And here I crouch in the dew drenched grasses	P
And look and listen and love it all	Q
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God What a life But I must make haste now	R
Before the shadow of night be spent	S
It's little the time there is to waste now	R
If I'd do the job for which I was sent	S
My bombs are right and my clippers ready	M
And I wriggle out to the chosen place	T
When I hear a rustle Steady Steady	M
Who am I staring slap in the face	T
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There in the dark I can hear him breathing	C
A foot away and as still as death	U
And my heart beats hard and my brain is seething	C
And I know he's a Hun by the smell of his breath	U
Then Will you surrender I whisper hoarsely	Q
For it's death swift death to utter a cry	V
English schwein hund he murmurs coarsely	Q
Then we'll fight it out in the dark say I	V
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So we grip and we slip and we trip and wrestle	Q
There in the gutter of No Man's Land	F
And I feel my nails in his wind pipe nestle	Q
And he tries to gouge but I bite his hand	F
And he tries to squeal but I squeeze him tighter	A
Now I say I can kill you fine	W
But tell me first you Teutonic blighter	A
Have you any children He answers Nein	X
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Nine Well I cannot kill such a father	A
So I tie his hands and I leave him there	A
Do I finish my little job Well rather	A
And I get home safe with some light to spare	A
Heigh ho by day it's just prosy duty	M
Doing the same old song and dance	B
But oh with the night joy glory beauty	M
Over the parapet Life Romance	B

Robert William Service

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