ORIGINAL VERSE.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXI, Issue 86, 8 November 1916, Page 7

ORIGINAL VERSE.

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(A Contribution From Midhirst.) So you fiiiy i look sod mid rejected, ’Tis little about it you know ; Perhaps, if you’d been three times rejected You’d feel just a little bit slow. These ’ere Doctors 1 don’t understand ’em, 1 can't make ’em listen to me; They id! shy like a colt in a tandem; As soon as my dial they sec. Well, I ain’t no professional beauty, Nor even a dandy athlete, But I’m sure 1 can manage my duty, In spite of the size of my feet. With impertinent questions they 7 storm me, They sound me, they pull me apart. Thou they coldly turn round and inform me Tlio only sound organ’s ray Heart ! They tell me I am slightly consumptive And weak in the back and the loin; Such remarks I consider presumptive Just when a chap’s trying to join. If my shoulders are crooked and hauuchy, A little defect in my knee. And my stomach inclined to paunchy, Why, what is the matter with meP They gave me a rag badge of distinction, I thought I was badgered enough, Just proclaiming my martial extinction, Great Scott, it’s a little bit tongii . Though I keep myself tidy and natty, The girls when they see me advance. Just salute me with, “How goes it Fatty,” “And when are yon going to France P” I am sick of such scurvy requitals; They won’t give a fellow a start; So I’ll stick to the rest of my vitals And give some big Shirker my Heart ! SHOULDER UP YOUR CUN. (Composed and written by Hoy HJI while in the Trenches). Gather round mo, boys at home, See what wo have done, Ruined, crippled up for lif«, elv our foe the Hun.

Will yon Htill stay safe at home, !{y the warm lire’s glow. While yovir mates are fighting strong, Striking blow for blow. Take your place beside them. Shoulder up your gnu; Only a few months’ hardships, ’Neath the loreign Sun. When again the boys return. Shame! You need not hide ! Friends and foes will honour you, Fighting for your side !