From the Marne, WWI
There's a battery snug in the spinney,|
A French seventy-five in the mine,
A big nine-point-two in the village
Three miles to the rear of the line.
The gunners will clean them at dawning
And slumber beside them all day,
But the guns chant a chorus at sunset,
And then you should hear what they say.
Whizz bang! pip squeak! ss-ss-st!
Big guns, little guns waken up to it.
We're in for heaps of trouble,
Dug-outs at the double,
And stretcher-bearers ready
To tend the boys who're hit.
2. And then there's the little machine-gun,
3. The howitzer lurks in an alley,|
(The howitzer isn't a fool,)
With a bearing of snub-nosed detachment
He squats like a toad on a stool.
He's a close-lipped and masterly beggar,
A fellow with little to say,
But the little he says he can say in
A most irrepressible way.
OO -- plonk! OO-plonk! plonk! plonk! plonk!
The bomb that bears the message riots through the air.
The dug-outs topple over
On the foemen under cover,
They'll slumber through revelly
Who get the message there!
4. The battery barks in the spinney,
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