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64464: Return
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posted on 2024-04-05, 12:55 authored by First World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team'Farewell,' the Corporal cried, 'La Bassée trenches!
No Cambrins for me now, no more Givenchies,
And no more bloody brickstacks---God Almighty,
I'm back again at last to dear old Blighty.'
But cushy wounds don't last a man too long,
And now, poor lad, he sings this bitter song:
'Back to La Bassée, to the same old hell,
Givenchy, Cuinchey, Cambrin, Loos, Vermelles.'
