Excerpt from More Ballads of Field and Billet: And Other Verses
Somewhere in France.
Whatever in the coming days our work, our luck, may be,
Our hope deferred is realised - we've crossed the narrow sea,
For long we suffered sympathy, kind question, hostile scoff,
Preparing, waiting, praying for the order to be off,
And now, come weal or woe, we're here, at last we've got our chance -
We're with the friends we've envied and we're somewher...
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