The Chances

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David Moore - Pop

The Chances

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I mind as 'ow the night afore that show Us five got talking,—we was in the know "Over the top to-morrer; boys, we're for it First wave we are, first ruddy wave; that's tore it." "Ah well," says Jimmy,—an' 'e's seen some scrappin'— "There ain't more nor five things as can 'appen; Ye get knocked out; else wounded—bad or cushy; Scuppered; or nowt except yer feeling mushy." One of us got the knock-out, blown to chops T'other was hurt, like, losin' both 'is props An' one, to use the word of 'ypocrites 'Ad thе misfortoon to be took by Fritz Now me, I wasn't scratched, praisе God Almighty (Though next time please I'll thank 'im for a blighty) But poor young Jim, 'e's livin' an' 'e's not; 'E reckoned 'e'd five chances, an' 'e's 'ad; 'E's wounded, killed, and pris'ner, all the lot— The ruddy lot all rolled in one. Jim's mad

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Writers
  • Wilfred Owen