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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Weeping Willie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whey our trooper hit wide water every <br>heart was yearin' back <br>To the little 'ouse at Coogee or a hut at Bar- <br>renjack. <br>She was 'ookin' up to spike the stars, or rootin' <br>in the wave, <br>An' me liver turned a hand spring with each <br>buck the beggar gave. <br>Then we pulls a sick 'n' silly smile 'n' tips a <br>saucy lid, <br>Crackin' hardy. Willie didn't. Willie <br>snivelled like a kid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Gallip' the steamer dumped us, 'n' we got <br>right down to work, <br>Whoopin' up the hill splendacious, playin' <br>tiggie with the Turk. <br>When the stinkin' Abdul hit us we curled <br>down upon a stone, <br>'N' we yelled for greater glory, crackin' 'ardy <br>on our own. <br>Not so Willie. He was cursin', cold ez death <br>'n' grey ez steel, <br>'N' the smallest thing that busted made the <br>little blighter squeal. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the bitter day's that follered, spillin' life be- <br>side the sea, <br>We would fake a spry expression for the things <br>that had to be, <br>Always dressin' up the winder, crackin' 'ardy <br>though we felt <br>Fearful creepy in the whiskers, very cold be- <br>neath the belt. <br>But his jills would sniff 'n' shiver in the mother <br>of a fright, <br>'N' go blubberin' 'n' quakin' out to waller in <br>the fight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the West we liked the weather, 'n' we fat- <br>tened in the mud, <br>Crackin' 'ardy, stewed together, rats an' <br>slurry men 'n' blood. <br>Weepin' Willie wouldn't have it these was <br>pleasin' things abed, <br>'N' he shuddered in his shimmy if they passed <br>him with the dead. <br>When he cried about his mother, in a gentle <br>voice he'd tell <br>Them as dumb-well didn't like it they could go <br>to sudden 'ell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was nothin' sweet for Willie in a rough- <br>up in the wet; <br>But if all things scared him purple, not a thing <br>had stopped him yet. <br>If some chaps was wanted urgent special dirty <br>work to do <br>Willie went in with a shudder, but he alwiz <br>saw it through. <br>Oh, a busy little body was our Willie in a <br>crush! <br>Then he'd cry out in the night about the faces <br>in the slush. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well they pinked him one fine mornin' with <br>a thumpin' 'unk iv shell; <br>Put it in 'n' all across him. What he was <br>you couldn't tell. <br>I saw him stitched 'n' mended where he <br>whimpered in his bed, <br>'N' he'd on'y lived because he was afraid to <br>die, he said. <br>Sez he “Struth, they're out there fightin', <br>trimmin' Boshes good 'n' smart, <br>While I'm bedded here 'n' 'elpless. It fair <br>breaks a feller's 'eart.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he came again last Tuesday '-n' we go it <br>in a breath— <br>“London's big 'n' black 'n' noisy. It would <br>scare a bloke to death.” <br>He's away now in the trenches, white 'n' <br>nervous, but, you bet, <br>Playin' lovely 'ands of poker with his busy <br>bay-o-net, <br>'Fraid of givin' 'n' of takin', 'fraid of gases, <br>'fraid of guns— <br>But a champion lightweight terror to the gor- <br>forsaken 'Uns!</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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heart was yearin' back 
To the little 'ouse at Coogee or a hut at Bar- 
renjack. 
She was 'ookin' up to spike the stars, or rootin' 
in the wave, 
An' me liver turned a hand spring with each 
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