An Un-Conscientious Objector
Of fighting I was never fond,
I always loved my neighbour,
And had little thought or care beyond
My very well-paid labour.
But now, alas! with many a sob
A soldier here I find me,
And the one who's pinched my cushy job
Is the girl I left behind me!
I am a conscientious lad,
I jab Huns without ardour;
And I only jab at them because
I know they'd jab me harder.
But as I draw my bob a day
It serves but to remind me
Of the things I'd like to do, and say
To the girl I left behind me!
If she'd come over here, and be a WAAC,
Why, then, I'd be in clover!
For my cushy job I could get back
As soon's the war is over.
Some friendly shell might do the trick
And from my woes unbind me,
Or a kindly Boche his bayonet stick
In the girl I left behind me!
I hoped to live a tranquil life -
It was my one ambition -
And I never dreamt that blows and strife
Would be my earthly mission.
But though I am a man of peace,
And fain would not unkind be,
Yet I long for the premature decease
Of the girl I left behind me!
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