We couldn’t do without ’em, nor yet the A.P.C.
But comparing risks and wages,—I think they all will say
That the maximum of danger means the minimum of pay.
There are men who make munitions—and seventy bob a week;
They never see a lousy trench nor hear a big shell shriek;
And others sing about the war at high-class music-halls
Getting heaps and heaps of money and encores from the stalls.
They “keep the home fires burning” and bright by night and day,
While the maximum of danger means the minimum of pay.
I wonder if it’s harder to make big shells at a bench,