Over the top is cold, matey
You lie on the field alone.
Didn't I love you of old, matey
Dearer than the blood of my own.
You were my dearest chum, matey
(Gawd! But your face is white)
But now though reliefs have come, matey,
I'm goin' alone tonight.
I'd sooner the bullet was mine, matey
Goin' out on my own,
Leaving you 'ere on the line, matey
All by yourself, alone.
Chum o' mine and you're dead, matey
And this is the way we part.
The bullet went through your head, matey
But Gawd! It went through my 'eart
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