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"Our Billets"
Our billet is "airy" Our Billet is "sweet"You can smell the dam place as you come up the street,A manure heap in front, a manure heap behind,Why, man, you're in clover, that is - of a kind
The place is quite "Holey", and oft unawaresThe wind comes whistling with various airs,It is a bit draughty, but, then, you are toldTo live in fresh air, keeps one clear of a cold.
The straw that you lie on was laid on the floor,When France was at war
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