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Robert W Service - My Bay`nit
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When first I left Blighty they gave me a bay`nit
    And told me it `ad to be smothered wiv gore;
But blimey! I `aven`t been able to stain it,
    So far as I`ve gone wiv the vintage of war.
For ain`t it a fraud! when a Boche and yours truly
    Gits into a mix in the grit and the grime,
`E jerks up `is `ands wiv a yell and `e`s duly
    Part of me outfit every time.

Left, right, Hans and Fritz!
Goose step, keep up yer mits!
Oh my, Ain`t it a shyme!
Part of me outfit every time.

At toasting a biscuit me bay`nit`s a dandy;
    I`ve used it to open a bully beef can;
For pokin` the fire it comes in werry `andy;
    For any old thing but for stickin` a man.
`Ow often I`ve said: "`Ere, I`m goin` to press you
    Into a `Un till you`re seasoned for prime,"
And fiercely I rushes to do it, but bless you!
    Part of me outfit every time.

Lor, yus; don`t they look glad?
Right O! `Owl Kamerad!
Oh my, always the syme!
Part of me outfit every time.

I`m `untin` for someone to christen me bay`nit,
    Some nice juicy Chewton wot`s fightin` in France;
I`m fairly down-`earted — `ow can yer explain it?
    I keeps gettin` prisoners every chance.
As soon as they sees me they ups and surrenders,
    Extended like monkeys wot`s tryin` to climb;
And I uses me bay`nit — to slit their suspenders —
    Part of me outfit every time.

Four `Uns; lor, wot a bag!
`Ere, Fritz, sample a fag!
Oh my, ain`t it a gyme!
Part of me outfit every time.
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