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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508888" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Volunteer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sez I: My Country calls? Well, let it call.<br> I grins perlitely and declines wiv thanks.<br>Go, let 'em plaster every blighted wall,<br> 'Ere's ONE they don't stampede into the ranks.<br>Them politicians with their greasy ways;<br> Them empire-grabbers -- fight for 'em? No fear!<br>I've seen this mess a-comin' from the days<br> Of Algyserious and Aggydear:<br> I've felt me passion rise and swell,<br> But . . . wot the 'ell, Bill? Wot the 'ell?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sez I: My Country? Mine? I likes their cheek.<br> Me mud-bespattered by the cars they drive,<br>Wot makes my measly thirty bob a week,<br> And sweats red blood to keep meself alive!<br>Fight for the right to slave that they may spend,<br> Them in their mansions, me 'ere in my slum?<br>No, let 'em fight wot's something to defend:<br> But me, I've nothin' -- let the Kaiser come.<br> And so I cusses 'ard and well,<br> But . . . wot the 'ell, Bill? Wot the 'ell?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sez I: If they would do the decent thing,<br> And shield the missis and the little 'uns,<br>Why, even _I_ might shout &quot;God save the King&quot;,<br> And face the chances of them 'ungry guns.<br>But we've got three, another on the way;<br> It's that wot makes me snarl and set me jor:<br>The wife and nippers, wot of 'em, I say,<br> If I gets knocked out in this blasted war?<br> Gets proper busted by a shell,<br> But . . . wot the 'ell, Bill? Wot the 'ell?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, wot the 'ell's the use of all this talk?<br> To-day some boys in blue was passin' me,<br>And some of 'em they 'ad no legs to walk,<br> And some of 'em they 'ad no eyes to see.<br>And -- well, I couldn't look 'em in the face,<br> And so I'm goin', goin' to declare<br>I'm under forty-one and take me place<br> To face the music with the bunch out there.<br> A fool, you say! Maybe you're right.<br> I'll 'ave no peace unless I fight.<br> I've ceased to think; I only know<br> I've gotta go, Bill, gotta go.</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 grins perlitely and declines wiv thanks.
Go, let 'em plaster every blighted wall,
 'Ere's ONE they don't stampede into the ranks.
Them politicians with their greasy ways;
 Them empire-grabbers -- figh..."></div>
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