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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374829" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When Tommy Came Marching Home</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Devine came back the other day. <br>We'd planned a great home-comin'. <br>No long trombone we had to play, <br>No fine, heroic drummin'. <br>With two sticks and a milk-can Borne <br>Put up a martial clatter, <br>While Carter blew a bullock-horn <br>Says Tom Devine, with healthy scorn; <br>“Gorstruth! what is the matter?” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We set three colored petticoats <br>From Baker's chimneys blowin' <br>('Tis not the bravest flag that floats, <br>Yet 'twas the finest goin'); <br>We cheered our hero all we knew, <br>No song of praise neglectin', <br>To show our pride as he limped through <br>He merely spat and snorted, “Who <br>“The deuce are yous expectin'?” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They lured him to my shop somehow, <br>And sued for news of battle. <br>Says Tom: “Who rides the mail track now? <br>Who herdin' Stringer's cattle?” <br>A dint the Turk put in his head. <br>He covers with a ringlet. <br>He'd won a medal, so we read. <br>“I might 'ave 'ad it pinched,” he said- <br>“I've sewn it in my singlet!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Says Cole “But, 'struth, you must 'ave seen <br>A fearful swag of scrappin'.” <br>And Tom agrees “Where men are keen <br>That's pretty sure to 'appen. <br>One night a little bloke from Hay <br>Who plugged a Pentridge warder <br>Got such a doin' that at day, <br>Amazed, they ticked him for a stray <br>Distinguished Service Order. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Then Sydney Bob was rather vexed <br>With Green—who'd pinched his braces, <br>That was 'continued in our next' <br>In half a score of places. <br>McCubbin threw his grub at Lea <br>(You know how sticky stew is); <br>They fought till neither man could see. <br>You talk of fight—Gorstrike me, we <br>Saw stacks of it at Suez!”</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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We'd planned a great home-comin'. 
No long trombone we had to play, 
No fine, heroic drummin'. 
With two sticks and a milk-can Borne 
Put up a martial clatter, 
While Carter blew a bullock-horn 
Says Tom Devine, wi..."></div>
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