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Book: Ballads of a Bohemian (Book 4)

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  • A Casualty
    That boy I took in the car last night,
    With the body that awfully sagged away,
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • Bonehead Bill
    I wonder 'oo and wot 'e was,
    That 'Un I got so slick.
    64 lines, 1 comment
  • The Faceless Man
    I'm dead.
    Officially I'm dead. Their hope is past.
    119 lines
  • His Boys
    "I'm going, Billy, old fellow. Hist, lad! Don't make any noise.
    There's Boches to beat all creation, the pitch of a bomb away.
    36 lines
  • The Twa Jocks
    Says Bauldy MacGreegor frae Gleska tae Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye:
    "That's whit I hate maist aboot fechtin' -- it makes ye sae deevilish dry;
    36 lines
  • Kelly Of The Legion
    Now Kelly was no fighter;
    He loved his pipe and glass;
    84 lines
  • The Sightless Man
    Out of the night a crash,
    A roar, a rampart of light;
    95 lines
  • Les Grands Mutiles
    I saw three wounded of the war:
    And the first had lost his eyes;
    8 lines, 1 comment
  • Victory Stuff
    What d'ye think, lad; what d'ye think,
    As the roaring crowds go by?
    32 lines
  • Michael
    "There's something in your face, Michael, I've seen it all the day;
    There's something quare that wasn't there when first ye wint away. . . ."
    32 lines
  • The Legless Man
    (The Dark Side)
    My mind goes back to Fumin Wood, and how we stuck it out,
    80 lines
  • Priscilla
    Jerry MacMullen, the millionaire,
    Driving a red-meat bus out there --
    72 lines
  • The Three Tommies
    That Barret, the painter of pictures, what feeling for color he had!
    And Fanning, the maker of music, such melodies mirthful and mad!
    30 lines, 1 comment
  • The Blood-Red Fourragere
    What was the blackest sight to me
    Of all that campaign?
    61 lines
  • The Wife
    "Tell Annie I'll be home in time
    To help her with her Christmas-tree."
    63 lines
  • The Booby-Trap
    I'm crawlin' out in the mangolds to bury wot's left o' Joe --
    Joe, my pal, and a good un (God! 'ow it rains and rains).
    33 lines
  • Was It You?
    "Hullo, young Jones! with your tie so gay
    And your pen behind your ear;
    56 lines
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