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Jessie Pope - Comrades in Arms-Lets
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NOT theirs the popular uniform 
That takes the feminine heart by storm, 
And wins soft glances, shy or warm, 
The perquisites of pluck. 
But theirs the commonplace city kit, 
With a blue and white stripe round the sleeve of it, 
And a stout little truncheon to do the trick, 
If ever they have the luck. 

Not theirs to fight on the Allies` wing, 
Or even to march with soldierly swing, 
While the people are cheering like anything, 
To the stirring roll of drums. 
But theirs to stand `neath a pitchy sky. 
On a lonely beat, with a vigilant eye 
For the skulking shape of a German spy 
Who bother him ! never comes. 

By night they guard though possibly bored 
Those places where light and water are stored, 
And since the family can`t be ignored 
Business as usual by day. 
Though sport may be scanty compared with the 
blanks, 
They`re doing their level, the armletted ranks, 
With no expectation of ha`pence or thanks, 
For that is the S.C.`s way.
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