THE MAN WHO WAS ALL RICHT

Star (Christchurch), Issue 11507, 1 October 1915, Page 4

THE MAN WHO WAS ALL RICHT

The bomb knocked me off my post and dazed me; but, apart from a pioce of the sUoi getting into my eye, and a cut on the ±eg, I was all right.—Private J. C. milpot, of West Wyaioiig. A piece of bomb is stuck in my eye, A lump's in one of my legs; I got in the way where tne splinters fly Like shells of election eggs. It's got- me down on the broad of my back, I'm knocked clean out of the fight But, though I am now on the hospital traciv, I'm all right. You'll see me back in the trenches yet, For bed is 110 good to me, In spito of the bit 0' bad luck I met I'm as chipper as I can be; A p:eoe of bomb in the eye can hurt, But never p.tv my plight, It's not much worse tlian a chunk of dirt, And I'm all right. Now this is the spirit that rules to-day From end to end of the trench, Where brave boys stick to the deadly f;ay, With i-amiltou or with French. They laugh at bayonet, shot and shell, And of many a wound make light, And each one says, as the nurse can tell: " Oh, I'm all right." From every corner of this round earth Our'solders come to the call; They jest at death with a reckless mirth, With a smile on their lips they fall; To hang at the head of each hospital cot, The nl card we ought to write Is " What is the matter with this little lot? He's all right," Svdney Sun."