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Roused from their sleep and half awake
The guard, another watch to make.
Squinting in the storm-lamp's light
The old guard enters from the night.
A bunch of England's fighting men
And that's including Loony Len.
Billeted at a barn of Shaws,
With Sparrow laying down the laws,
While shells were bursting overhead,
Young Griffiths talked about the dead.
Snoring, Clare was on the floor
As Private Charnock slammed the door.
Into a chair, Ab Seddon flopped,
He thought a bloody bomb had dropped.
But still more noise was yet to come,
As Loony Len sat on a drum.
The killer look still in his eye
With the feeling, Kill or die.
He faced young Albert's brother Frank,
The bravest Guard in any rank,
Lying there in sweet repose,
With big thick glasses on his nose.
Young Len had loaded up his gun,
He'd had the 'Jerries' on the run,
And, like a hero, he uncocked,
Making Mosley Common rock.
At Bongs they heard young Sparrow shout,
"He's left one up the
bloody spout."
And Sergeant Seddon, good gracious me,
Had brick dust in his cup of tea.
Now every body groped about,
'Cause with the shot the lights went out.
Then with a match above his head,
Walt Sparrow tried to count the dead.
No bodies lay upon the ground,
So they searched outside, but none were found.
Then, Young Len Charnock, looking glum,
Roared: "Will the Germans never come?" |
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