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Going round the back street,

Through the twilight lane,

While the folk at church meet —

Coming home again.

Faded hat and creasy,

Long since it was new;

Tent-fly torn and greasy,

Bluey showing through.

Billy burnt and battered,

Boots all badly burst,

Lace and lace-holes shattered,

Trousers at their worst.

Blankets like a riddle,

With a streak of white

Down the threadbare middle

When against the light.

Young face lined and sunburnt,

Hair just turning grey;

Many a lesson unlearnt

Since he went away.

But he need not bother,

There’s a bite and sup;

And for all the other —

Mother’ll fix him up.