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My Dug out
1Theres a hole cut in the hillThats my dugoutAnd somehow I fear no illIn my dug outWhile the cannons roar like thunderParapets are rent asunderI just duck and snuggle under In my dugout
2For I'm safe both day & nightIn my dugoutTho' I feel a trogloditeIn my dugoutStill it pays you to take careWhen there's murder in the airFor its close to Sari BairIs my dugout.
3Now & then the bullets zipIn my dugoutBut I never get the pipIn my dugout.For it soon becomes a habitJust to burrow like a rabbitIf a sand-bags near I grab itFor my dugout.
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