O'Donnell diary, 6 December 1917-29 April 1918 / James Francis O'Donnell - Page 24
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[Page 24]
Come listen to me & Ill sing you a ditty
Of three little damsels from London's fair City
To Codford they journeyed air raids to escape
But rather I think they came down on the make
Do they want us to lose the war
Grim landladies sniffed when apartments they sought
No thanks not for mine Ive had enough of your sort
So sadly the girlies bought three tickets back
Do they want us to lose the war
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