| “And Percival the Corporal too Is prowling round & looking blue He says ‘Show me the blighter who Is going to close the Front’.” |
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Jimmy sits and sighs all day, His smile has faded right away, If you ask why? he’ll mournfully say, “They are going to close the Front.” |
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| “Our gay Lothario-like Jenn, Has lost his cool complacent grin, In his anguish he is murmurin’, They are going to close the Front” |
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Jimmy Pollock and Harry Hind, Their tears are mingled, their grief combined Bemoaning the loss of their “Fareham” finds Because they’ve closed the Front |
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Adam in his canny way Thinks lots, but has not much to say, But to be alone for an hour, he’ll pray, With the man who closed the Front. |
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| Young Wilkie here was getting fat, How he moans upon the mat, And declares his hair won’t lie down flat The day they close the Front |
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Young Johnston our highland laddie bright Declares that he will come in tight, And hopes fo a “Braw, bricht, moonlicht nicht, The night they close the Front. |
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