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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357884" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Game</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ho! the sky's as blue as blazes an' the sun is shinin' bright,<br>An' the dicky birds is singin' over'ead,<br>An' I'm 'ummin', softly 'ummin', w'ile I'm achin' fer a fight,<br>An' the chance to fill some blighter full of lead.<br>An' the big guns they are boomin', an' the shells is screamin' past,<br>But I'm corperil - lance-corperil, an' found me game at last!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ixpects a note frum Ginger, fer the time wus gettin' ripe,<br>An I gits one thick wiv merry 'owls uv glee;<br>Fer they've gone an' made 'im corperil - they've given 'im a stripe,<br>An' yeh'd think, to see 'is note, it wus V.C.<br>Fer 'e chortles like a nipper wiv a bran' noo Noah's Ark<br>Since forchin she 'as smiled on 'im, an' life's, no more a nark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ho! the sky along the 'ill-tops, it is smudged wiv cannon smoke,<br>An' the shells along the front is comin' fast,<br>But the 'eads 'ave 'ad the savvy fer to reckernise a bloke,<br>An' permotion's gettin' common-sense at last.<br>An' they picked me fer me manners, w'ich wus snouted over 'ome,<br>But I've learned to be a soljer since I crossed the ragin' foam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They 'ave picked me 'cos they trust me; an' it's got me where I live,<br>An' it's put me on me mettle, square an' all;<br>I wusn't in the runnin' once when blokes 'ad trust to give,<br>But over 'ere I answers to the call;<br>So some shrewd 'ead 'e marked me well, an' when the time wus ripe<br>'E took a chance on Ginger Mick, an' I 'ave snared me stripe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I know wot I wus born fer now, an' soljerin's me game,<br>That's no furphy; but I never guessed it once;<br>Fer when I 'it things up at 'ome they said I wus to blame,<br>An' foolish beaks they sent me up fer munce.<br>But 'ere - well, things is different to wot sich things wus then.<br>Fer me game is playin' soljers, an' me lurk is 'andlin' men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Me game is 'andlin' men, orl right, I seen it in the parst<br>When I used to 'ead the pushes in the Lane.<br>An' ev'ry bloke among 'em then done everythin' I arst,<br>Fer I never failed to make me feelin' plain.<br>Disturbers uv the peace we wus them days, but now I know<br>We wus aimin' to be soljers, but we never 'ad a show.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We never 'ad no discipline, that's wot we wanted bad,<br>It's discipline that gives the push its might/<br>But wot a tie we could 'ave give the coppers if we 'ad,<br>Lord! We'd 'ave capchered Melbourne in an night.<br>When I think uv thngs that might 'ave been I sometimes sit an' grin,<br>Fer I might be King uv Footscray if we'd 'ad mor discipline.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I've got a push to 'andle now wot makes a soljer proud.<br>Yeh ort to see the boys uv my ole squad:<br>The willin'est, the cheeriest, don'-care-a-damest crowd,<br>An' the toughest ever seen outside o' quod.<br>I reckon that they gimme 'em becos they wus so meek,<br>But they know me, an' they understan'the lingo that I speak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So I'm a little corperil, wiv pretties on me arm,<br>But yeh'd never guess it fer to see me now,<br>Fer me valet 'e's been careless an' me trooso's come to 'arm,<br>An 'me pants want creasin' badly I'll allow.<br>But to see me squad in action is a cure for sandy blight,<br>They are shy on table manners, but they've notions 'ow ter fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There's a little picnic promised that 'as long been overdoo,<br>An' we're waitin' fer the order to advance;<br>An'me bones is fairly achin' fer to see my boys bung thro',<br>Fer I know they're dancin' mad to git the chance.<br>An' there's some'll sure be missin' when we git into the game;<br>But if they lorst their corperil 'twould be a cryin' shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We can't afford no corperils. But, some'ow, I dunno.<br>I got a nervis feelin; in me chest,<br>That this 'ere bit uv fancy work might be me final go<br>An' I won't be 'ome to dinner wiv the rest.<br>It's rot; but it keeps comin' back, that lonely kind o' mood<br>That fills me up wiv mushy thorts that don't do any good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'When it's gettin' near to evenin' an' the guns is slowin' down<br>I fergits the playful 'abits uv our foes,<br>An' finds meself a-thinkin' thorts uv good ole Melbourne town,<br>An' dreamin' dilly dreams about ole Rose.<br>O' course I'll see me girl again, an' give a clean, square deal,<br>When I come smilin' 'ome again… But that ain't 'ow I feel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I feel… I dunno 'ow I feel. I feel that things is done.<br>I seem t've 'it the limit in some way.<br>Per'aps I'm orf me pannikin wiv sittin' in the sun,<br>But I jist wrote to Rose the other day;<br>An' I wrote 'er sort o' mournful 'cos - I dunno 'ow it seems…<br>Ar, I'm a gay galoot to go an' 'ave these dilly dreams!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wot price the bran' noo corperil, wiv sof'nin' uv the 'eart!<br>If my pet lambs thort me a turtle dove<br>I'd 'ave to be reel stern wiv 'em, an' make another start<br>To git 'em where I got 'em jist wiv love…<br>But don't fergit, if you or your Doreen sees Rose about,<br>Jist tell 'er that I'm well an' strong, an' sure uv winnin' out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ho! the sky's as blue as blazes, an' the sun is shinin' still,<br>An' the dicky bird is perchin' on the twig,<br>An' the guns is pop, pop, poppin' frum the trenches on the 'ill,<br>An' I'm lookin' bonny in me non-com's rig.<br>An' when yer writin' me again - don't think I want ter skite <br>But don't fergit the 'Corperil'; an' mind yeh spells it right.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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An' the dicky birds is singin' over'ead,
An' I'm 'ummin', softly 'ummin', w'ile I'm achin' fer a fight,
An' the chance to fill some blighter full of lead.
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