Ten more minutes! – Say yer prayers,
Read yer Bibles, pass the rum!
Ten more minutes! Strike me dumb,
‘Ow they creeps on unawares,
Those blooming minutes. Nine. It’s queer,
I’m sorter stunned. It ain’t with fear!
Eight. It’s like as if a frog
Waddled round in your inside,
Cold as ice-blocks, straddle wide,
Tired o’ waiting. Where’s the grog?
Seven. I’ll play yer pitch and toss –
Six. – I wins, and tails yer loss.
‘Nother minute sprinted by
‘Fore I knowed it; only Four
(Break ‘em into seconds) more
‘Twixt us and Eternity.
Every word I’ve ever said
Seems a-shouting in my head.
Three. Larst night a little star
Fairly shook up in the sky,
Didn’t like the lullaby
Rattled by the dogs of War.
Funny thing – that star all white
Saw old Blighty, too, larst night.
Two. I ain’t ashamed o’ prayers,
They’re only wishes sent ter God
Bits o’ plants from bloody sod
Trailing up His golden stairs.
Ninety seconds – Well, who cares!
No fife, no blare, no drum –
Over the Top – to Kingdom Come!
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