| I recollect his joining, I liked him from the first,
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| His smile was everlasting, unquenchable his thirst,
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| Oh, I ventured once to ask him, what made him take to booze
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| He muttered «Ah, forget it, I drink because I choose.»
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| It wasn’t quite an answer, he saw that I’d was hurt,
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| And hastened to repair things but «ah forget» it first,
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| «I didn’t mean to snub you», then shook me by the hand,
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| «A woman, but forget it.» |
| I said, «I understand.»
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| Then he shouted me a whiskey, and paid for two or three,
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| And grumbled «Ah, forget it», when I said, «This one’s on me.»
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| His heart was like old Phar Laps, as big and just as great,
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| And many a needy cobber, a helping hand he gave.
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| When came the day for sailing, to foreign parts unknown,
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| We all had friends to cheer us, but he was there alone.
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| Until the grey haired lady, a mothers eyes alight,
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| Said, «Son, I’ll keep on praying, for you both day and night.»
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| With «Ah, forget it, mother, those things will be OK»
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| We stumbled up the gangplank, and so we sailed away.
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| Well soon the old battalion was fighting in the line,
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| And you know no finer hero than this old friend of mine,
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| One night out in the jungle when we had made a break,
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| I learned just why the digger is the bravest thing God made,
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| Wounded in the shell hole and wallowing in mire,
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| The battle stormed around me, with crackling rifle fire
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| Machine guns loudly stuttered and swept the shell hole rim,
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| When someone dropped beside me, oh, I knew that it was him.
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| And his cheery voice was saying, «Buck up, this wars a cow,
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| But ah, forget it cobber, for I’ll get ya back somehow.»
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| Despite that mad infernal, he safely brought me through
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| But not before the other side had badly got him too.
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| In choking words I thanked him, though dying he would gain,
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| He said, «Ah gee, forget it, ah, you would have done the same.»
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| His rugged face was greying, I knew it was the end,
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| I better man than I am, had died to save his friend.
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| And when he comes to judgment, Oh, I know just what he’ll say,
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| «Dear God I am unfitted to tread the holy way.
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| «I've gone my way unheeding, just lived a life of sin.»
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| But God the Just will answer, «Forget it, Son, Come in.» |