Anywhere but Here

Anywhere but here, Ned,

Any bloomin hole,

Golly! if it aint like tearin

Body from yer soul!

War's a bloomin sight too wearin:

Home for William Towl!

Once I uster think our village

Took the prize for dead,

Now I know it wor a Para-

-dise around me head;

Do n't I wish as I could see it —

Just a minute — Ned!

Did I iver cuss my luck

Fer comin’ fore the Bench;

Doin what I did fer poachin,

Arter this ole trench

Would be like a holiday

At seaside wi’ a wench.

This is Hell, boy, do n't ferget it,

Hell wi'out the fun,

Let me see a plough agen

An you can ev my gun;

You'll hear me shout across the sea

When this damn war is done.