Fists in the Trenches

Horowhenua Chronicle, 25 May 1915, Page 3

Fists in the Trenches

We'de got a l)it mixed in the trenches There wasn't no room for to spare, And the terrible crush in the mud unci the slush Was more than a party could bear. 1 'ad two or three middling-sized Bosch es A-standing a top o , - my toes, And -when one made too tree nith his baynit with mo 1 lands 'im a dunt on tin; nose. There's persuasion, I know, in a baynit, Which Name it is 'aid to resist, But iv'on mixed with a Hosch in a regular squash. You can't boat a smack with the fist. The German's no use as a boxer, Not 'andy enough with 'is paw. While Vs messin' about 'e'll be fair down and out To a thundering smack on the jaw. They say we are nailers at shootin', W'ich isn't for mo to deny, But it's far better fun to be droppin' your gun And given' the Bofich a Fat eye. Yes. that's how the thing would be settled, Tf men wasn't idjuts and fools. And we'd alter the map by a nice little scrap Fought out under Qneensberry rules. —London "Evening News."