Robert W. Service
And now all the papers is praises ring, And e s been and Vs shaken the and of the King, And I sawr im to-day in the ward, pore thing, Where they re patching im up once more.
And e says: Wot d ye think of it, Lizer Ann? And I says: Well, I can t make it out, old man; You d ook it as soon as a scrap began,
When you was a bit of a kid; And e whispers : Ere, on the quiet, Liz, They re makin too much of the ole dam biz, And the papers is printin me ugly phiz,
But . . . I m anged if I know wot I did.
��"Oh, the Captain comes and e says: Look ere They re far too quiet out there; it s queer. They re up to somethin ,-- oo ll volunteer
To crawl in the dark and see? Then I felt me eart like a ammer go, And up jumps a chap and e says: Right O! But I chips in straight, and I says, Oh, no!
E s a missis and kids, take me !
"And the next I knew I was sneakin out, And the oozy corpses was all about, And I felt so scared I wanted to shout,
And my skin fair prickled wiv fear ; And I sez : You coward ! You ad no right To take on the job of a man this night/ Yet still I kept creepin till ( orrid sight!)
The trench of the Uns was near.
"It was all so dark, it was all so still, Yet somethin pushed me against me will; Ow I wanted to turn ! Yet I crawled until
I was seein a dim light shine. Then thinks I: I ll just go a little bit, And see wot the doose I can make of it,
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