THE PENITENT
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But only the good God in Heaven knows
The wayward way that a soldier goes,
And He must ha' left me to walk by mysel'—
For three times I've fell, since Noove Chapelle.
The wayward way that a soldier goes,
And He must ha' left me to walk by mysel'—
For three times I've fell, since Noove Chapelle.
Once at Bethune and twice at Estaires,
The divil gripped hould o' me unawares—
Yet often and often I've prayed me prayers,
Since I prayed by mysel', at Noove Chapelle.
The divil gripped hould o' me unawares—
Yet often and often I've prayed me prayers,
Since I prayed by mysel', at Noove Chapelle.
Well, the Lord above, who fashioned the French,
May bethink how bewitchin' is wine and a wench
To a chap that's been tied for three weeks to a trench,
Around Noove Chapelle—that black border of Hell.
May bethink how bewitchin' is wine and a wench
To a chap that's been tied for three weeks to a trench,
Around Noove Chapelle—that black border of Hell.
