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Robert W Service - The Little Piou-Piou
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(The French "Tommy").

Oh, some of us lolled in the chateau,
    And some of us slinked in the slum;
But now we are here with a song and a cheer
    To serve at the sign of the drum.
They put us in trousers of scarlet,
    In big sloppy ulsters of blue;
In boots that are flat, a box of a hat,
    And they call us the little piou-piou.
                Piou-piou.
The laughing and quaffing piou-piou,
The swinging and singing piou-piou;
And so with a rattle we march to the battle,
The weary but cheery piou-piou.

Encore un petit verre de vin,
Pour nous mettre en route;
Encore un petit verre de vin
Pour nous mettre en train.

They drive us head-on for the slaughter;
    We haven`t got much of a chance;
The issue looks bad, but we`re awfully glad
    To battle and die for La France.
For some must be killed, that is certain;
    There`s only one`s duty to do;
So we leap to the fray in the glorious way
They expect of the little piou-piou.
                En avant!

The way of the gallant piou-piou,
The dashing and smashing piou-piou;
The way grim and gory that leads us to glory
Is the way of the little piou-piou.

Allons, enfants de la Patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé.

To-day you would scarce recognise us,
    Such veterans war-wise are we;
So grimy and hard, so calloused and scarred,
    So "crummy", yet gay as can be.
We`ve finished with trousers of scarlet,
    They`re giving us breeches of blue,
With a helmet instead of a cap on our head, -
    Yet still we`re the little piou-piou.
                Nous les aurons!

The jesting, unresting piou-piou;
The cheering, unfearing piou-piou;
The keep-your-head-level and fight-like-the-devil;
The dying, defying piou-piou.

À la bayonette! Jusqu`a la mort!
Sonnez la charge, clairons!
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