Jones 32

by | Nov 6, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

Jones 32 put on your boots

Put on your boots and get on the gun

Jones 32 put on your boots

Or be put on a stretcher and left for the Hun

The captain is calling and so is the drum

Paschendale’s falling there’s nowhere to run

There won’t be a dawn left to shoot you old chum.

Now put on your boots and get on the gun.

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