But there’s two in the Boches’ for one in the Yanks’,
An’ all that he guv, you returned him with thanks,
You doughboys, you slow boys,
Here’s luck, an’ let her go, boys—
We like you, Infantry.
F. M. H. D., F.A.
SEA STUFF
Now I’m a soldier, so I ain’t
No hand at art, but say,
There’s things at sea I’d like to paint