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JUST THINKING

Standin' up here on the fire-step,
Lookin' ahead in the mist,
With a tin hat over your ivory
And a rifle clutched in your fist;
Waitin' and watchin' and wond'rin'
If the Hun's comin' over to-night—
Say, aren't the things you think of
Enough to give you a fright?


Things you ain't even thought of
For a couple o' months or more;
Things that'll set you laughin'
Things that 'ull make you sore;
Things that you saw in the movies,
Things that you saw on the street,
Things that you're not really proud of,
Things that are—not so sweet.


Debts that are past collectin',
Stories you hear and forget,
Ball games and birthday parties,
Hours of drill in the wet;
Headlines, recruitin' posters,
Sunsets 'way out at sea,
Evenings of pay days—Golly—
It's a queer thing, this memory!


Faces of pals in homeburg,
Voices of women folk,
Verses you learnt in school days
Pop up in the mist and smoke
As you stand there grippin' that rifle,
A-starin', and chilled to the bone,
Wonderin' and wonderin' and wonderin',
Just thinkin' there—all alone!


When will the war be over?
When will the gang break through?
What will the U. S. look like?
What will there be to do?
Where will the Boches be then?
Who will have married Nell?
When's that relief a-comin' up?
Gosh! But this thinkin's hell!