I’m stuck in the trenches,
There’s mud in my shoe,
There are lice in my pants and the rats ate the stew.
My friends are moaning,
The sergeant is shouting,
I am so homesick I would run up a mountain.
It’s getting harder,
My mates are crying,
I have been hit,
Now I am dying,
My friends don’t know it,
But they will be upset,
I won’t see them again,
For now I am dead.
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