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STRAFE.

When some one’s pinched your rations. And you’ve nothing for your teas; ■ Or a feller on Machine Guns ''Took a fancy to your cheese; When a blighter puts ’is foot upon The place you’ve laid your head; Or drops a dirty rifle on Tour only piece of bread; When you’ve cleaned another rifle, Thinking all the time ’twas yours; Or a foot that weighs a trifle, Hits your toe .when forming fours; When your company’s for duty, An’ they say your /trench is bad; And you’ve biscuits stead of rooty. So you don’t feel very glad-; When your boots is full o’ water, An’ you’re far, far from the band ; An’ you mustn’t say what you oughter, , Why—say “Gott strafe DeUtchland!” —W. Osward Neesham (2nd South Lanes. Eegt.), in T.P.’s Weekly. ‘Bread. ,

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Taranaki Herald, Volume LXVI, Issue 16037, 23 January 1918, Page 7

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133

STRAFE. Taranaki Herald, Volume LXVI, Issue 16037, 23 January 1918, Page 7

STRAFE. Taranaki Herald, Volume LXVI, Issue 16037, 23 January 1918, Page 7