As I lay in the trenches at Noove Chapelle,
Where the big guns barked like the Hounds o’ Hell
Sez I to mysel’, sez I to myse’l: –
Billy, me boy, here’s the end o’ you –
But if, by good luck, ye should chance to slip thro’,
Ye maun bid all yer evil companions adieu;
Keep the Lord’s ten Commands – and Lord Kitchener’s two –
Sez I to mysel’ – at Noove Chapelle.
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