The sergeant said, 'Aye, they might give it a try,
But it'll save me a job,' 'e then said.

Then Sam 'e set off in the cold light o' night,
With a wobble deep down in 'is tum.
So 'e packed some black puddin' to eat on the way,
An' carried 'is big wooden gun.

Now t' wind it were cold an' blew up 'is legs,
An' Sam wondered jus' why 'e were 'ere.
'E could be right warm in bed, a thought come in 'is 'ead,
If 'e 'ad'nt signed up late las' year.

Then Sam 'eard a noise just over an 'ill,
'I'm in for it now.' Thought young Sam.
So 'e crept t' the top an' saw 'em all there,
In their nighties, an' army jim jams.

They were 'avin' their supper round the camp fire,
Cups of Ovaltine 'eld in their 'ands.
So Sam 'e shot up with 'is puddin' an' gun,
An' surprised 'em by shoutin' out 'BANG!'

  Well, it were all 'e could do with a big wooden gun,
An' 'e 'eld up an' waved the black puddin'.
They surrendered on t' spot, out o' fear like as not,
They could tell by 'is eyes, 'e weren't kiddin'.

So Sam marched 'em all back t' thunderous applause,
An' t' Colonel said 'ow 'e'd done really good.
'E said. 'Yer'll get the George Cross.' Sarge' sez. 'I don't give a toss,
I'll carve one meself... out o' wood!'


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