NOW THAT IT'S ALL OVER.

New Zealand Tablet, 9 October 1919, Page 39

NOW THAT IT'S ALL OVER.

Did yon ever hike millions of miles, And carry a ton on your Back, And blister your heels and your shoulders, too, Where, the straps run down from your pack, In the rain or the snow or the mud, perhaps, In the smothering heat or the cold? If yon have; why then you're a buddy of ours,

And we welcome you into our fold.

Did you ever eat with your plate in your lap, With your cup on the ground at your side, While cooties and bugs of species untold Danced fox-trots over your hide? Did you ever sleep in a tent so small That your head and your feet played tag ? Then shake, old man, you're a pal of ours, For you've followed the same old flag.

Did you ever stand in a front-line trench, With Fritzie a few feet away, With Jerries and Minnies a'whistling around, And gas coming over all day? With No-Man's Land a sea of steel

And a tempest of bursting shell? Then, come in, old man, and toast your shins, For we're all just back from hell.

—J. Moi'ps.