LITTLE WET HOME IN THE TRENCH.
I've a little wet home in a trench, 'Where the rainstorms continually drench; There’s a dead cow close by, With her hoofs towards the sky, And she gives off a beautiful stench Undbrneatli, in the place of a floor, There’s a mass of wet mud and some straw. And the Jack Johnsons tear Thro’ the. rain-sodden air. O’er my little wet home in the trench. There are snipers who keep on the go. So you must keep your napper down low, And their star shells at night Make a deuce of a light, Which causes the language to flow. Then bully and biscuits we chew, For it’s days since we tasted a stew, But with shells dropping there, There’s no place to compare With my little wet home in the trench. A Parody by a Tommy at the Front.
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Gisborne Times, Volume XLV, Issue 3977, 9 July 1915, Page 3
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