Rebel Verses — Anywhere but Here

Anywhere but here, Ned, Any bloomin hole, Golly!

if it aint like tearin Body from yer soul!

War's a bloomin sight too wearin: Home for William Towl!

Once I uster think our village Took the prize for dead, Now I know it wor a Para- -dise around me head;

Don't I wish as I could see it-- Just a minute--Ned!

Did I iver cuss my luck Fer comin' fore the Bench;

Doin what I did fer poachin, Arter this ole trench Would be like a holiday At seaside wi' a wench.

This is Hell, boy, don't ferget it, Hell wi'out the fun, Let me see a plough agen An you can ev my gun;

You'll hear me shout across the sea When this damn war is done.