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Robert W Service - Victory StuffRobert W Service - Victory Stuff
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What d`ye think, lad; what d`ye think, As the roaring crowds go by? As the banners flare and the brasses blare And the great guns rend the sky? As the women laugh like they`d all gone mad, And the champagne glasses clink: Oh, you`re grippin` me hand so tightly, lad, I`m a-wonderin`: what d`ye think? D`ye think o` the boys we used to know, And how they`d have topped the fun? Tom and Charlie, and Jack and Joe Gone now, every one. How they`d have cheered as the joy-bells chime, And they grabbed each girl for a kiss! And now they`re rottin` in Flanders slime, And they gave their lives for this. Or else d`ye think of the many a time We wished we too was dead, Up to our knees in the freezin` grime, With the fires of hell overhead; When the youth and the strength of us sapped away, And we cursed in our rage and pain? And yet we haven`t a word to say. . . . We`re glad. We`d do it again. I`m scared that they pity us. Come, old boy, Let`s leave them their flags and their fuss. We`d surely be hatin` to spoil their joy With the sight of such wrecks as us. Let`s slip away quietly, you and me, And we`ll talk of our chums out there: You with your eyes that`ll never see, Me that`s wheeled in a chair.
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