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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508382" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hot Digitty Dog</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hot digitty dog! Now, ain't it queer,<br>I've been abroad for over a year;<br>Seen a helluva lot since then,<br>Killed, I reckon, a dozen men;<br>Six was doubtful, but six was sure,<br>Three in Normandy, three in the Ruhr.<br>Four I got with a hand grenade,<br>Two I shot in a midnight raid:<br>Oh, I ain't sorry, except perhaps<br>To think that my jerries wasn't japs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hot digitty dog! Now ain't it tough;<br>I oughta be handed hero stuff -<br>Bands and banquets, and flags and flowers,<br>Speeches, peaches, confetti showers;<br>&quot;Welcome back to the old home town,<br>Colour Sargent Josephus Brown.<br>Fought like a tiger, one of our best,<br>Medals and ribands on his chest.<br>cheers for a warrior, fresh from the fight . . .&quot;<br>Sure I'd 'a got 'em - - had I been white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hot digitty dog! It's jist too bad,<br>Gittin' home an' nobody gald;<br>Sneakin' into the Owl Drug Store<br>Nobody knowin' me any more;<br>Admirin' my uniform fine and fit -<br>Say, I've certainly changed a bit<br>From the lanky lad who used to croon<br>To a battered banjo in Shay's Saloon;<br>From the no-good nigger who runned away<br>After stickin' his knife into ol' man Shay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They's a lynched me, for he was white,<br>But he raped my sister one Sunday night;<br>So I did what a proper man should do,<br>And I sunk his body deep in the slough.<br>Oh, he taunted me to my dark disgrace,<br>Called me a nigger, spat in my face;<br>So I buried my jack-knife in his heart,<br>Laughin' to see the hot blood start;<br>Laughin' still, though it's long ago,<br>And nobody's ever a-gonna know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nobody's ever a-gonna tell<br>How Ol' Man Shay went straight to hell;<br>nobody's gonna make me confess -<br>And what is a killin' more or less.<br>My skin may be black, but by Christ! I fight;<br>I've slain a dozen, and each was white,<br>And none of 'em ever did me no harm,<br>And my conscience is clear - I've no alarm;<br>So I'll go where I sank Ol' Man Shay in the bog,<br>And spit in the water . . . Hot digitty dog!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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I've been abroad for over a year;
Seen a helluva lot since then,
Killed, I reckon, a dozen men;
Six was doubtful, but six was sure,
Three in Normandy, three in the Ruhr.
Four I got with a hand grenade,
Two I s..."></div>
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