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Ezra Pound - The Charge Of The Bread Brigade
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Half a loaf, half a loaf,
Half a loaf? Urn-hum?
Down through the vale of gloom
Slouched the ten million,
Onward th` `ungry blokes,
Crackin` their smutty jokes!
We`ll send `em mouchin` `ome,
Damn the ten million!

There goes the night brigade,
They got no steady trade,
Several old so`jers know
Monty has blunder`d.
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to buy the pie,
Slouching and mouching,
Lousy ten million!

Plenty to right of `em,
Plenty to left of `em,
Yes, wot is left of `em,
Damn the ten million.
Stormed at by press and all,
How shall we dress `em all?
Glooming and mouching!

See `em go slouching there,
With cowed and crouching air
Dundering dullards!
How the whole nation shook
While Milord Beaverbrook
Fed `em with hogwash!
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