“LONG BOY’S” HOMECOMING
Gco, fellers! I'm goiu’ home! Tho' I didn't pull oft’ any hero stuff, Still 1 think that we’ve called old Hciuic’s bluff, For we charged his trench with our Indian yell, And we paid him off with our shrapnel shell And gas and fire and general hell; Now I’m goiu’ home! Gee, fellers! I’m goin’ home! ’Tho’ it ain’t as I thought before the scrap. When I came to Europe to change the map, And the mugs of the Kaiser's hosts to mar, And relate the horrors of this here war; For I didn’t get even a tiny scar, Or chevron or cootie or shoulder bar; But I’m goin’ home! Gee, fellers! I’m goin’ home! ’Tho’ most of our friends are gone with flu, And Father is feelin’ pretty blue; And my purse like a cast-off bandolier, And I’ve lost my job, and there’s no more beer, And I ain’t a wearin’ a War Cross here. And my girl has married a profiteer; There are Mother’s pies and her heart o’ cheer; And I’m goin’ home! ~~8. B. Clarke in the Los Angeles Times.
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Cromwell Argus, Volume L, Issue 2646, 27 October 1919, Page 2
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187“LONG BOY’S” HOMECOMING Cromwell Argus, Volume L, Issue 2646, 27 October 1919, Page 2
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