MICKY DOBBS' HEAVEN.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 25, 3 September 1920, Page 1

MICKY DOBBS' HEAVEN.

(By "Waratah.")

Yes, most of us are home again ; Some stayed — got cushy jobs. I don't suppose you ever heard Of Gunner Micky Dodds? They posted him up "missing" When the Armistice was signed. The girl he left in N.Z. Went nearly out her mind. Ifc came like this (I'll have a beer) : The night we heard the news We all went down to Armentieres For".girls and grub and booze. Some like the girls. Mick's hobby's wine. He supped it up that night — He drank the wine, both blong and roosh 'Till he was full and tight. When we came tumbling back to camp, Mick lay down in the street. And when we tried to 1-ift him up, He hit us with his feet. He thought that he was home in bed. — The mud was inches deep; no pulled the mud up like a quilt : We left him fast asleep. A fat old maid of Armentieres, She found him in the dirt; She drag.ged him to her wine saloon, She etripped him to his shirt. She gave him wine, both blong and roosh, And soup to keep him warm ; He couldn't join his regiment — She'd pinched his uniform, Till every N.Z. had gone home She kept him tucked in bed, And then she took him to the priest, And him and her were wed. And now he keeps the wine saloon, He talks the parley voo, He drinks the mne, both blong and roosh — He's nothing else to do. I heard his girl had broke her heart, So I went out to see And pitch some lies> how hrave Mick died — By cripes! she married me! And now she yaps from morn till night About her 'ero Mick : "He was a man" — she looks at me, A look that tums me sick. The bravest, truest bloke of all, He's up in Heaven, she swears. Micks drinking wine, both blong and roosh Up their — in Armentieres!