The Guns
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From the Marne, WWI
There's a battery snug in the spinney, A French seventy-five in the mine, A big nine-point-two in the village Three miles to the rear of the line. The gunners will clean them at dawning And slumber beside them all day, But the guns chant a chorus at sunset, And then you should hear what they say. Chorus: Whizz bang! pip squeak! ss-ss-st! Big guns, little guns waken up to it. We're in for heaps of trouble, Dug-outs at the double, And stretcher-bearers ready To tend the boys who're hit.
2. And then there's the little machine-gun, | 3. The howitzer lurks in an alley, (The howitzer isn't a fool,) With a bearing of snub-nosed detachment He squats like a toad on a stool. He's a close-lipped and masterly beggar, A fellow with little to say, But the little he says he can say in A most irrepressible way. Chorus: OO -- plonk! OO-plonk! plonk! plonk! plonk! The bomb that bears the message riots through the air. The dug-outs topple over On the foemen under cover, They'll slumber through revelly Who get the message there!
4. The battery barks in the spinney, |