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The Perils at Home.

Often in my trench I think Of the poor chaps left at hom<=. Of the perils that surround them Wherever they mar roam. - The train and tram collisions. The juggernaut motor 'bus. Bacilli in the cow's milk, And Zeppelins (which are wuss). How awful it mus't be at nights To lie in a feather bed, Or find for breakfast when you rise • There's Butter on your bread! With all those shocking worries, A man's life must be sad; And to think that I am missing them Makes me exceeding glad.

Now, out here things are different, And life is fancy free; We have no butter on our bread. Nor cow's milk in our tea.

There are no train collisions, Or feather beds at night; And "Zepps" they never trouble us, But keep well out of sight. All we have to worry us Are Bullets, Bombs and Shells, Bully Beef and Biscuits, And nasty Horrid Smells. So to the. chaps in England, I send my sympathy; And ask them, for their safety, To come out here with me." L .— Pvivate J - R - Lawson, stationed 'bomewiiere at the Front."

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Free Lance, Volume XV, Issue 817, 25 February 1916, Page 21

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The Perils at Home. Free Lance, Volume XV, Issue 817, 25 February 1916, Page 21

The Perils at Home. Free Lance, Volume XV, Issue 817, 25 February 1916, Page 21