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Robert W Service - Hot Digitty Dog
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Hot digitty dog! Now, ain`t it queer,
I`ve been abroad for over a year;
Seen a helluva lot since then,
Killed, I reckon, a dozen men;
Six was doubtful, but six was sure,
Three in Normandy, three in the Ruhr.
Four I got with a hand grenade,
Two I shot in a midnight raid:
Oh, I ain`t sorry, except perhaps
To think that my jerries wasn`t japs.

Hot digitty dog! Now ain`t it tough;
I oughta be handed hero stuff -
Bands and banquets, and flags and flowers,
Speeches, peaches, confetti showers;
"Welcome back to the old home town,
Colour Sargent Josephus Brown.
Fought like a tiger, one of our best,
Medals and ribands on his chest.
cheers for a warrior, fresh from the fight . . ."
Sure I`d `a got `em - - had I been white.

Hot digitty dog! It`s jist too bad,
Gittin` home an` nobody gald;
Sneakin` into the Owl Drug Store
Nobody knowin` me any more;
Admirin` my uniform fine and fit -
Say, I`ve certainly changed a bit
From the lanky lad who used to croon
To a battered banjo in Shay`s Saloon;
From the no-good nigger who runned away
After stickin` his knife into ol` man Shay.

They`s a lynched me, for he was white,
But he raped my sister one Sunday night;
So I did what a proper man should do,
And I sunk his body deep in the slough.
Oh, he taunted me to my dark disgrace,
Called me a nigger, spat in my face;
So I buried my jack-knife in his heart,
Laughin` to see the hot blood start;
Laughin` still, though it`s long ago,
And nobody`s ever a-gonna know.

Nobody`s ever a-gonna tell
How Ol` Man Shay went straight to hell;
nobody`s gonna make me confess -
And what is a killin` more or less.
My skin may be black, but by Christ! I fight;
I`ve slain a dozen, and each was white,
And none of `em ever did me no harm,
And my conscience is clear - I`ve no alarm;
So I`ll go where I sank Ol` Man Shay in the bog,
And spit in the water . . . Hot digitty dog!
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