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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bricks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Ned, I now take up my pen to write <br>you these few lines, <br>And hopin' how they find you fit. Gorbli', <br>it seems an age <br>Since Jumbo ducked the Port, 'n' drilled 'n' <br>polished to the nines, <br>He walked his pork on Collins like a hero off <br>the stage, <br>Then hiked a rifle 'cross the sea this bleedin' <br>war to wage. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The things what's 'appened lately calls to <br>Jumbo's mind that day <br>Our push took on the Peewee pack, 'n' <br>belted out their lard, <br>With twenty cops to top it off. But now I'm <br>stowed away, <br>A bullet in me gizzard where I took it good <br>and hard, <br>A-dealin'-stoush 'n' mullock to the Prussian <br>flamin' Guard. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Bullcoor mortal charnce had dumped a <br>mutton-truck of us <br>From good ole Port ker-flummox where we <br>didn't orter be, <br>All in a 'elpless hole-the Pug, Bill Carkeek, <br>Son, 'n' Gus, <br>Don, Steve, 'n' Jack, 'n' seven more, 'n', as <br>it 'appens, me, <br>With nothin' in since breakfast, 'n' a week <br>to go for tea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Worked loose from Caddy's bunch, we went <br>it gay until we found <br>We'd took to 'arf the ragin' German Hempire <br>on our own. <br>Then down we went so 'umble, with our noses <br>in the ground, <br>Takin' cover in the rubble. If a German head <br>was shown <br>It was fare-the-well to Herman with a bullet <br>through the bone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We slogged the cows remorseless, 'n' they <br>laid for us a treat. <br>We held that stinkin' cellar, though, 'n' when <br>the day was done <br>Son pussied on his bingie where a Maxie trim <br>'n' neat <br>Had spit out loaded lightnin', and he slugged <br>a tubby Hun, <br>Then choked a Fritzie with his dukes, 'n' <br>pinched the sooner's gun! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We rigged her on her knuckle-bones. Cri', <br>how she lapped 'em up! <br>We hosed 'em out with livin' lead. That was <br>the second day. <br>Me left eye I'd 'ave give for jest a bubble in a <br>cup, <br>Three fingers I'd 'ave parted for a bone I've <br>flung away; <br>But the butcher wasn't callin', 'n' the fountain <br>didn't play. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">T'was rotten mozzle, Neddo. We had blown <br>out ever clip, <br>'N' 'blooed the hammunition for the little box <br>of tricks. <br>Each took a batten in his fist. Sez Billy <br>“Let 'er rip!” <br>But Son he claws his stubble. Sez—he: <br>“Hold a brace of ticks.” <br>Then “Yow!” he pipes 'n' “Strewth!” he <br>sez, “it's bricks, you blighters, <br>bricks!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's more than 'arf a million spilt where <br>somethin' hit a pub; <br>We creeps among 'n' sorts 'em, stack afore, <br>'n' stack behind; <br>The Hun is comin' at us with his napper like <br>a tub— <br>You couldn't 'ope to miss it, pickled, par- <br>alysed, 'n' blind. <br>Sez Sonny: “Lay 'em open! Give 'em <br>blotches on the rind!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then bricks was flyin' in the wind. Mine <br>dinted Otto's chin; <br>Ole Nosey got his brother, which he never <br>more will roam. <br>When Ulrich stopped a Port bookay he rolled <br>his alley in. <br>Their fire was somethin' fierce. Poor Son <br>was blowin' blood 'n' foam, <br>“Fill up,” he coughs, “'n' plug 'em! S'elp <br>me Gord, we're goin' 'ome!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With bricks we drove right at 'em 'n' we <br>wanged 'em best we could. <br>'Twas either bed 'n' breakfast or a scribble <br>and a wreath. <br>Haynes bust a Prussian's almond, took the <br>bay'net where he stood, <br>Then heaved his last 'arf-Brunswick, split <br>the demon's grinnin' teeth, <br>And Son went down in glory, with a German <br>underneath! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'd started out with gibbers in our clobber <br>and our 'ats. <br>They gave us floatin' lead enough to stop an <br>army cor. <br>We yelled like fiends, 'n' countered with a <br>lovely flight of bats, <br>Then rushed in close formation, heavin' cot- <br>tages, n' tore <br>Through blinded, bleedin' Bosches, 'n' lor <br>love yeh, it was war! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We came peltin', headfirst, 'elpless, in a drain <br>among a lot <br>Of dirty, damned old Tommies (Gord! The <br>best that ever blew!) <br>Eight left of us, all punctured, each man <br>holdin' what he'd got. <br>Me wild, a rat hole in me lung, but in me <br>mauley, too, <br>A bull-nosed brick with whiskers where no <br>whiskers ever grew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's nothin' doin' now. I wear me blan- <br>kets like a toff. <br>The way this fat nurse pets me, strewth, it's <br>well to be so sick, <br>A-dreamin' of our contract 'n' the way we <br>pulled it off. <br>I reckon Haig is phonin' Hughes: “Hullo, <br>there, Billy. Quick— <br>A dozen of the pushes and a thousan' tons <br>of brick!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+George+Dyson">Edward George Dyson</a><div class=q>
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