He would take a Lewis gun out,
Strafe a post or working party,
Raid a trench of Johnny Bulgar’s,
Blow up several concrete dug-outs,
Bring some prisoners home to breakfast.
Every day the German gunners
Shelled his line with crumps and shrapnel,
And for months the Royal Dudshires
Never moved behind their field-guns.
Winter passed with mud and blizzards,