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an? Ain't we just where we've always been? Right in the front of the army, Battling day and night! Right in the front of the army, Teaching 'em how to fight!' Correspondents and vets. in force, Mounted foot and dismounted horse, All of them were, as a matter of course, Right in the front of the army. Old Lord Roberts will have to mind If ever the enemy get behind; For they'll smash him up with a rear attack, Because his army has got no back! Think of the horrors that might befall An army without any rear at all! Right in the front of the army, Battling day and night! Right in the front of the army, Teaching 'em how to fight! Swede attaches and German counts, Yeomen (known as De Wet's remounts), All of them were by their own accounts Right in the front of the army! That V.C. 'Twas in the days of front attack, This glorious truth we'd yet to learn it -- That every 'front' had got a back, And French was just the man to turn it. A wounded soldier on the ground Was lying hid behind a hummock; He proved the good old proverb sound -- An army travels on its stomach. He lay as flat as any fish, His nose had worn a little furrow; He only had one frantic wish, That like an antbear he could burrow. The bullets whistled into space, The pom-pom gun kept up its braying, The four-point-seven supplied the bass -- You'd think the devil's band was playing. A valiant comrade crawling near Observed his most supine behaviour, And crept towards him, 'Hey! what cheer? Buck up,' said he, 'I've come to save yer. 'You get up on my shoulders, mate, And if we live beyond the firing, I'll get the V.C. sure as fate, Because our blokes is all retiring. 'It's fifty pounds a year,' says he, 'I'll stand you lots of beer and whisky.' 'No,' says the wounded man, 'not me, I'll not be saved, it's far too risky. 'I'm fairly safe behind this mound, I've worn a hole that seems to fit me; But if you lift me off the ground, It's fifty pounds to one they'll hit me.' So back towards the firing line Our friend crept slowly to the rear oh! Remarking 'What a selfish swine! He might have let me be a hero.' Fed Up I ain't a timid man at all, I'm just as brave as most, I'll take my chance in op
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