ON ACTIVE SERVICE
For the bloke on Active Service, w'en 'e goes across the sea,
'E's sure to stand in terror of the things 'e doesn't see,
A 'and grenade or mortar as it leaves the other side
You can see an' 'ear it comin', so you simply steps aside.
The aeroplane above you may go droppin' bombs a bit,
But lyin' in your dug-out you're unlucky if you're 'it.
We'n the breezes fills your trenches with hasfixiatin' gas,
You puts on your respirator an' allows the stuff to pass.
W'n you're up against a feller with a bayonet long an' keen,
Just 'ave purchase of your weapon an' you'll drill the beggar clean.
W'n man and 'oss is chargin' you, upon your knees you kneel,
An' catch the 'oss's breastbone with an inch or two of steel.
It's sure to end its canter, an' as the creature stops
