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Robert W Service - My Job
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I`ve got a little job on `and, the time is drawin` nigh;
    At seven by the Captain`s watch I`m due to go and do it;
I wants to `ave it nice and neat, and pleasin` to the eye,
    And I `opes the God of soldier men will see me safely through it.
Because, you see, it`s somethin` I `ave never done before;
    And till you `as experience noo stunts is always tryin`;
The chances is I`ll never `ave to do it any more:
    At seven by the Captain`s watch my little job is . . . dyin`.

I`ve got a little note to write; I`d best begin it now.
    I ain`t much good at writin` notes, but here goes: "Dearest Mother,
I`ve been in many `ot old `do`s`; I`ve scraped through safe some`ow,
    But now I`m on the very point of tacklin` another.
A little job of hand-grenades; they called for volunteers.
    They picked me out; I`m proud of it; it seems a trifle dicky.
If anythin` should `appen, well, there ain`t no call for tears,
    And so . . . I `opes this finds you well. — Your werry lovin` Micky."

I`ve got a little score to settle wiv them swine out there.
    I`ve `ad so many of me pals done in it`s quite upset me.
I`ve seen so much of bloody death I don`t seem for to care,
    If I can only even up, how soon the blighters get me.
I`m sorry for them perishers that corpses in a bed;
    I only `opes mine`s short and sweet, no linger-longer-lyin`;
I`ve made a mess of life, but now I`ll try to make instead . . .
    It`s seven sharp. Good-bye, old pals! . . . a decent job in dyin`.
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