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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Red Retreat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tramp, tramp, the grim road, the road from Mons to Wipers<br> (I've 'ammered out this ditty with me bruised and bleedin' feet);<br>Tramp, tramp, the dim road -- we didn't 'ave no pipers,<br> And bellies that was 'oller was the drums we 'ad to beat.<br>Tramp, tramp, the bad road, the bits o' kiddies cryin' there,<br> The fell birds a-flyin' there, the 'ouses all aflame;<br>Tramp, tramp, the sad road, the pals I left a-lyin' there,<br> Red there, and dead there. . . . Oh blimy, it's a shame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A-singin' &quot;'Oo's Yer Lady Friend?&quot; we started out from 'Arver,<br> A-singin' till our froats was dry -- we didn't care a 'ang;<br>The Frenchies 'ow they lined the way, and slung us their palaver,<br> And all we knowed to arnser was the one word &quot;vang&quot;;<br>They gave us booze and caporal, and cheered for us like crazy,<br> And all the pretty gels was out to kiss us as we passed;<br>And 'ow they all went dotty when we 'owled the Marcelaisey!<br> Oh, Gawd! Them was the 'appy days, the days too good to last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We started out for God Knows Where, we started out a-roarin';<br> We 'ollered: &quot;'Ere We Are Again&quot;, and 'struth! but we was dry.<br>The dust was gummin' up our ears, and 'ow the sweat was pourin';<br> The road was long, the sun was like a brazier in the sky.<br>We wondered where the 'Uns was -- we wasn't long a-wonderin',<br> For down a scruff of 'ill-side they rushes like a flood;<br>Then oh! 'twas music 'eavenly, our batteries a-thunderin',<br> And arms and legs went soarin' in the fountain of their blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For on they came like bee-swarms, a-hochin' and a-singin';<br> We pumped the bullets into 'em, we couldn't miss a shot.<br>But though we mowed 'em down like grass, like grass was they a-springin',<br> And all our 'ands was blistered, for our rifles was so 'ot.<br>We roared with battle-fury, and we lammed the stuffin' out of 'em,<br> And then we fixed our bay'nets and we spitted 'em like meat.<br>You should 'ave 'eard the beggars squeal; you should 'ave seen the rout of 'em,<br> And 'ow we cussed and wondered when the word came: Retreat!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Retreat! That was the 'ell of it. It fair upset our 'abits,<br> A-runnin' from them blighters over 'alf the roads of France;<br>A-scurryin' before 'em like a lot of blurry rabbits,<br> And knowin' we could smash 'em if we just 'ad 'alf a chance.<br>Retreat! That was the bitter bit, a-limpin' and a-blunderin';<br> All day and night a-hoofin' it and sleepin' on our feet;<br>A-fightin' rear guard actions for a bit o' rest, and wonderin'<br> If sugar beets or mangels was the 'olesomest to eat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ho yus, there isn't many left that started out so cheerily;<br> There was no bands a-playin' and we 'ad no autmobeels.<br>Our tummies they was 'oller, and our 'eads was 'angin' wearily,<br> And if we stopped to light a fag the 'Uns was on our 'eels.<br>That rotten road! I can't forget the kids and mothers flyin' there,<br> The bits of barns a-blazin' and the 'orrid sights I sor;<br>The stiffs that lined the wayside, me own pals a-lyin' there,<br> Their faces covered over wiv a little 'eap of stror.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tramp, tramp, the red road, the wicked bullets 'ummin'<br> (I've panted out this ditty with me 'ot 'ard breath.)<br>Tramp, tramp, the dread road, the Boches all a-comin',<br> The lootin' and the shootin' and the shrieks o' death.<br>Tramp, tramp, the fell road, the mad 'orde pursuin' there,<br> And 'ow we 'urled it back again, them grim, grey waves;<br>Tramp, tramp, the 'ell road, the 'orror and the ruin there,<br> The graves of me mateys there, the grim, sour graves.</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 'ammered out this ditty with me bruised and bleedin' feet);
Tramp, tramp, the dim road -- we didn't 'ave no pipers,
 And bellies that was 'oller was the drums we 'ad to beat.
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