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My Dug-Out:   A Lay of the Trenches.

What is this slimy dismal hole
Where oft I'm lurking like a mole
And cursing Germans heart and soul?
My Dug-Out.

Where is it that beneath the floor
The water's rising more and more
 €‹And where the roof's a broken door?
 €‹My Dug-Out.

[See diagram for drawing of dug-out.]

Where is it that I try to sleep
Betwixt alarms, when up I leap
And dash through water four feet deep?
My Dug-Out.

Where is it that I'll catch a chill
And lose my only quinine pill
And probably remain until -
 €‹I'm dug out
 €‹My Dug-Out.

  

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