<h2> The Chances </h2>
<p>I mind as 'ow the night afore that show<br/>
Us five got talking,—we was in the know,<br/>
"Over the top to-morrer; boys, we're for it,<br/>
First wave we are, first ruddy wave; that's tore it."<br/>
"Ah well," says Jimmy,—an' 'e's seen some scrappin'—<br/>
"There ain't more nor five things as can 'appen;<br/>
Ye get knocked out; else wounded—bad or cushy;<br/>
Scuppered; or nowt except yer feeling mushy."<br/>
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One of us got the knock-out, blown to chops.<br/>
T'other was hurt, like, losin' both 'is props.<br/>
An' one, to use the word of 'ypocrites,<br/>
'Ad the misfortoon to be took by Fritz.<br/>
Now me, I wasn't scratched, praise God Almighty<br/>
(Though next time please I'll thank 'im for a blighty),<br/>
But poor young Jim, 'e's livin' an' 'e's not;<br/>
'E reckoned 'e'd five chances, an' 'e's 'ad;<br/>
'E's wounded, killed, and pris'ner, all the lot—<br/>
The ruddy lot all rolled in one. Jim's mad.<br/></p>
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