Edward Dyson - Jam (A Hymn of Hate)Edward Dyson - Jam (A Hymn of Hate)
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What is meant by active service
`Ere where sin is leakin` loose,
`N` the oldest `and`s as nervis
As a dog-bedevilled goose,
Has bin writ be every poet
What can rhyme it worth a dam,
But the `orror as we know it
Is jist jam, jam, JAM!
Oh, the `ymn of `ate we owe it—
Stodgy, splodgy, seepy, soaky, sanguinary
jam!
There`s the “fearful roar iv battle,”
What gets underneath yer `at,
Mooin` like a million cattle
Each as big as Ararat;
There`s the red field green `n` slippy
(And I`m cleaner where I am),
But the thing that`s got me nippy
It is jam, jam, JAM!
Druv us sour it has, `n` dippy,
Sticky, sicky, slimy, sloppy, stummick-strafin`
jam!
Of the mud that`s in the trenches
Writers make a solemn fuss;
For the vermin `n` the stenches
Little ladies pity us;
But the yearn that`s honest dinkum,
`N` the prayer what ain`t a sham
Is that Fritz may bust `n` sink `em
Ships of jam, jam, JAM!
For we bolt `em, chew `em, drink `em,
Million billion bar`ls of beastly, cloyin`
clammy jam!
We are sorry-sick of peaches,
`N` we`re full right up of plum,
`N` innards fairly screeches
When the tins of apple come.
Back of Blighty piled in cases,
Jist as close as they can cram,
Fillin` all the open spaces,
Is the `jam, jam, JAM!
Oh, the woe the soldiers face is,
Monday, Sunday, ruddy, muddy, boundless
bogs of jam.
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