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16/11/16 S young
Ode to a Hut (Hut 36 Camp 29 Larkhill)

"O hut in which ensconced have I
Full many a happy evening passed

And there defied the chilling breeze

But now, Alas, It is the last

I've laid and listened to the rage,
Of angry winds and torrents pour
And pitied those who braved the storm
While we were snug inside your door

But now, O hut the call has come

And we must float out on the tide

Where duty wafts her braver sons

And Comrades call us to their side

So Farewell, may your cosy walls

Embrace and welcome once again

The ones to whom the call has come

They'll prove you have not served in vain

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