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RECRUITING

LADS, you’re wanted, go and help,”
On the railway carriage wall
Stuck the poster, and I thought
Of the hands that penned the call.

Fat civilians wishing they
“Could go out and fight the Hun.”
Can’t you see them thanking God
That they’re over forty-one?

Girls with feathers, vulgar songs—
Washy verse on England’s need—
God—and don’t we damned well know
How the message ought to read.

“Lads, you’re wanted! over there,”
Shiver in the morning dew,
More poor devils like yourselves
Waiting to be killed by you.

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