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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508732" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Coward</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ave you seen Bill's mug in the Noos to-day?<br>'E's gyned the Victoriar Cross, they say;<br>Little Bill wot would grizzle and run away,<br> If you 'it 'im a swipe on the jawr.<br>'E's slaughtered the Kaiser's men in tons;<br>'E's captured one of their quick-fire guns,<br>And 'e 'adn't no practice in killin' 'Uns<br> Afore 'e went off to the war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little Bill wot I nussed in 'is by-by clothes;<br>Little Bill wot told me 'is childish woes;<br>'Ow often I've tidied 'is pore little nose<br> Wiv the 'em of me pinnyfore.<br>And now all the papers 'is praises ring,<br>And 'e's been and 'e's shaken the 'and of the King<br>And I sawr 'im to-day in the ward, pore thing,<br> Where they're patchin' 'im up once more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And 'e says: &quot;Wot d'ye think of it, Lizer Ann?&quot;<br>And I says: &quot;Well, I can't make it out, old man;<br>You'd 'ook it as soon as a scrap began,<br> When you was a bit of a kid.&quot;<br>And 'e whispers: &quot;'Ere, on the quiet, Liz,<br>They're makin' too much of the 'ole damn biz,<br>And the papers is printin' me ugly phiz,<br> But . . . I'm 'anged if I know wot I did.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Oh, the Captain comes and 'e says: 'Look 'ere!<br>They're far too quiet out there: it's queer.<br>They're up to somethin' -- 'oo'll volunteer<br> To crawl in the dark and see?'<br>Then I felt me 'eart like a 'ammer go,<br>And up jumps a chap and 'e says: 'Right O!'<br>But I chips in straight, and I says 'Oh no!<br> 'E's a missis and kids -- take me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And the next I knew I was sneakin' out,<br>And the oozy corpses was all about,<br>And I felt so scared I wanted to shout,<br> And me skin fair prickled wiv fear;<br>And I sez: 'You coward! You 'ad no right<br>To take on the job of a man this night,'<br>Yet still I kept creepin' till ('orrid sight!)<br> The trench of the 'Uns was near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;It was all so dark, it was all so still;<br>Yet somethin' pushed me against me will;<br>'Ow I wanted to turn! Yet I crawled until<br> I was seein' a dim light shine.<br>Then thinks I: 'I'll just go a little bit,<br>And see wot the doose I can make of it,'<br>And it seemed to come from the mouth of a pit:<br> 'Christmas!' sez I, 'a mine.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Then 'ere's the part wot I can't explain:<br>I wanted to make for 'ome again,<br>But somethin' was blazin' inside me brain,<br> So I crawled to the trench instead;<br>Then I saw the bullet 'ead of a 'Un,<br>And 'e stood by a rapid-firer gun,<br>And I lifted a rock and I 'it 'im one,<br> And 'e dropped like a chunk o' lead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Then all the 'Uns that was underground,<br>Comes up with a rush and on with a bound,<br>And I swings that giddy old Maxim round<br> And belts 'em solid and square.<br>You see I was off me chump wiv fear:<br>'If I'm sellin' me life,' sez I, 'it's dear.'<br>And the trench was narrow and they was near,<br> So I peppered the brutes for fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;So I 'eld 'em back and I yelled wiv fright,<br>And the boys attacked and we 'ad a fight,<br>And we 'captured a section o' trench' that night<br> Which we didn't expect to get;<br>And they found me there with me Maxim gun,<br>And I'd laid out a score if I'd laid out one,<br>And I fainted away when the thing was done,<br> And I 'aven't got over it yet.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So that's the 'istory Bill told me.<br>Of course it's all on the strict Q. T.;<br>It wouldn't do to get out, you see,<br> As 'e hacted against 'is will.<br>But 'e's convalescin' wiv all 'is might,<br>And 'e 'opes to be fit for another fight --<br>Say! Ain't 'e a bit of the real all right?<br> Wot's the matter with Bill!</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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'E's gyned the Victoriar Cross, they say;
Little Bill wot would grizzle and run away,
 If you 'it 'im a swipe on the jawr.
'E's slaughtered the Kaiser's men in tons;
'E's captured one of their quick-fir..."></div>
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