They're playing at bowls with big trench-mines
Down at the Devil's mill.
Christ! Do you hear that shrapnel tune
Twang through the frightened air?
The Boches are shelling on Montauville—
They're waiting for you up there!
"Un blessé—urgent? Hold your lantern up
While I turn the damned machine!
Easy, just lift him easy now!
Why, the fellow's face is green!"