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315	Service, Robert W. (Robert William)	Rhymes of a Red Cross Man			.txt	text/plain	26419	3173	103	And they sit like little children, just as quiet as can be: The road was long, the sun was like a brazier in the sky. God bless little children!" So he passed to glory, That we're here to fight like devils, and if need-be die; There's only one good cause, Bill, for poor blokes like us to fight: I've fought like a man the fight, And 'e starts like a bloke wot's guilty, and 'e says with a sheepish smile: I stares like a man wot's stuck, It's looking like death, but while you've a breath, It's looking like hell, but--you never can tell: It gives one a kind of a turn, you know, to come on a thing like that. I run like a man wot's missing a train, For in the fight a bullet bee-like stings; Sure I'll remember me boy like that if I live to me dyin' day."	./cache/315.txt	./txt/315.txt