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1915-17

When this lousy war is over, no more soldiering for me,

When I get my civvy clothes on, oh how happy I will be.

No more church parades on Sunday, no more begging for a pass.

You can tell the sergeant-major to stick his passes up his arse!

Attrib. Joseph Scriven