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Whether you be war records [indecipherable]
Or in the ice-cold ocean swimming,
Or killing Turks, or kissing women
In sultry climes
We'll often fill the bumper brimming
& drink Old Times.
Old chaps like us are never fit,
But you can shew you've got some grit,
And if by shell or bullet hit
You chance to lose a limb
You can come back & buck a bit
About Jerusalem.
You will come back of course – but still –
You probably have made your will –
Unless your balance stands at nil –
It seems a rum thing
To ask but in a codicil
Leave the Club something!
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