Edward Dyson - BillJimEdward Dyson - BillJim
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Down to it is Plugger Bill,
Lyin` crumpled, white `n` still.
Me `n` him
Chips in when the scrap begins,
Carin` nothin` for our skins,
Chi-iked as the `Eavenly Twins-
Bill `n` Jim.
They `ave outed Bill at last,
Slugged me cobber hard `n` fast.
It`s a kill.
See the purple of his lip
`N` the red `n` oozy drip!
Ends our great ole partnership-
Jim `n` Bill
Mates we was when we was kids;
Camp, `n` ship, `n` Pyramids,
Him `n` me
Hung together, `n` we tore
Up the heights from Helles shore,
Bill a long `arf head afore,
Fine to see!
Then it was we took a touch-
Simple puncture, nothin` much;
But we lay
`N` we stays the count, it seems,
In a sorter realm of dreams
Where the sun infernal gleams
Night `n` day;
Boilin`, fryin` achin`, dumb,
Waitin` till the stretchers come,
Patiently.
I hangs on to `arf a cup.
Which I wants ole Bill to sup.
Damn if he ain`t savin` up
His for me!
When they come to lift my head
I am softly kiddin` dead,
For a game,
So`s they`ll first take on his gills.
Over, though, me scheme he spills-
Bli`me, this ole take-down Bill`s
Done the same!
But he isn`t kiddin` now,
And it knocks me anyhow
Seein` him.
We was both agreed before,
Though it got `em by the score,
Two was goin` to beat this war-
But `n` Jim.
Mate o` mine, yiv stayed it through.
Hard luck, Bill-for me `n` you
Hard `n` grim.
They have got me Cobber true,
But I`m stickin` tight ez glue….
Bill, there`s one who`ll plug for two-
It is Jim!
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