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Edgar Guest - The Unsettled Scores
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The men are talking peace at `ome, but `ere we`re talking fight,
There`s many a little debt we`ve got to square;
A sniper sent a bullet through my bunkie`s `ead last night,
And `is body`s lying somewhere h`over there.

Oh, we `ear a lot of rumors that the war is h`almost through
But Hi`m thinking that it`s only arf begun;
Every soldier in the trenches has a little debt that`s due
And Hi`m telling you it`s not a money one.

We `ave `eard the bullets whistle and we`ve `card the shrapnel sing
And we`ve listened to a dying comrade`s pleas,
And we`ve `eard about the comfort that the days of peace will bring,
But we`ve debts that can`t be settled h`over seas.

They that `aven`t slept in trenches, `aven`t brothered with the worms,
`Aven`t `ad a bunkie slaughtered at their side,
May someday get together and arrange some sort of terms,
But it isn`t likely we`ll be satisfied.

There are debts we want to settle, `and to `and, and face to face,
There are one or two Hi`ve promised that Hi`d square;
And Hi cannot `old my `ead up, `ere or in the other place,
Till Hi`ve settled for my bunkie, lying there.
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