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Edward 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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